"Yuan Force is unwilling to lend to me, yet you claim sincerity?"
Tao Yu, holding the captive's collar, swayed it violently, his face filled with raging fury.
"Mr. Eight-Armed Vajra, your excuse is too far-fetched. Asking me for a loan to cover the communication cost of Yuan Force is obviously an attempt on my life..."
The shadow now adopted the demeanor of a dead pig not fearing boiling water.
Even death wouldn't compel him to yield Yuan Force to his enemy!
"I really have no money!"
In anger, Tao Yu hurled the man to the ground, killing him instantly, then the shadows spread and disintegrated the body.
Once again, he had completed a Dream Spirit Contact to verify the intelligence.
He found that the discrepancy with what the other party had said wasn't significant.
Afterward, he began to inspect some of the spoils of war.
Apart from some miscellaneous items, there were three that Tao Yu found somewhat useful.