1,000 credits?
Tang Ling accepted the tube of white paste. Despite being only as big as his hand, it was so expensive.
However, he was too famished to think of the cost and value. He assumed that Uncle Su Yao must have 1,000 credits, so he had better just owe him first.
With that thought in mind, Tang Ling twisted the cap of the white nutrition paste and squeezed it into his mouth violently, swallowing it mouth after mouth.
"Tang Ling, three-star Genetic Chain Talent. Pass," Yang Kong also calmly announced his result at the same time.
Fei Long purposely glanced over at Tang Ling. He did not spot any unusual reaction from the young boy as he buried his face in the nutrition paste. He did not seem disappointed by the result, which made Fei Long a little relieved.
Was eating that important? The second round was not even tiring. Had Su Yao been torturing him somehow?