Most of the youths present were filled with anticipation in response to this young man's protest, hoping his words would question Jiang Wuque.
After all, often a promise made is a pledge of one's virtue, and without the reputation of keeping one's word, it's much harder to be convincing.
"Hahaha, the words spoken by Alliance Leader Jiang naturally count, we won't make things difficult for you. Of course, these Heritage Stones are your voluntary tribute to Alliance Leader Jiang," said a fat man with a beaming smile, seated on a green peacock, chuckling.
Voluntary contribution? Go to hell, we fought tooth and nail to gather these Heritage Stones, and just because you say 'voluntary contribution,' it becomes one?
"It's Blood Hand Monk, he is the Blood Hand Monk!" Just as someone was feeling indignant and preparing to counter this claim, a young man with a look of panic spoke with terror in his voice.
He looked at the chubby-faced, smiling young man as if seeing a ghost.