章 1887: 80% Death Rate, Nightmare Level! A Scheme! (3)

"As long as they're not sent by other factions," Wang Teng replied with a smile.

"Aren't you worried that they might betray the Constellation Society in the future?" Yue Qiqiao couldn't help but ask.

"Why should I be worried?" Wang Teng looked at her and said calmly, "If they betray us, it's their loss. I believe that if that day comes, I might not even need to take action. Someone else will likely deal with the traitors."

His tone was filled with confidence.

Yue Qiqiao's eyes showed a hint of admiration. People's magnanimity truly varied, and perhaps only someone like him could lead the Constellation Society to greater heights.

Boret and Yu Yunxian looked at Wang Teng in surprise too. There was a strange glint in their eyes.

Honestly, they wouldn't be able to do what Wang Teng did.

"Hmm?" Just then, Wang Teng suddenly made a light exclamation and looked at his wristwatch.

Round Ball informed him that he received another message.