"If the mercenary group wants to earn money from low-level crystal cores, unless they annihilate a small-scale beast tide, fighting those scattered first-tier exotic beasts is a losing deal."
After hearing Iron Axe's "tragic" story, Lin Ye's heart did not waver.
Instead, he smiled at him.
"Don't worry. Soon, you'll be rich from hunting."
Hearing Lin Ye's words, Tie Fu had a suspicious look on his face.
Looking at the man's expression, Lin Ye decided to give him some pointers on the account that he had helped him.
It was only a matter of time.
He pointed at the Mystic Butterfly on the shoulder of the iron axe and asked,
"What do you think of beasts?"
Upon hearing this question, Iron Axe was about to give Lin Ye a round of flattery when he heard Lin Ye say—
"Remember, objectively speaking, if you continue to brag, I won't be bothered to say the rest."
Hearing Lin Ye's words, Iron Axe immediately shut his mouth.