“You think you’ve beaten us? What a joke. A bunch of second-rate peddlers also dare to say such big words? Do you know that your actions have implicated the Wealth God? When the great Devil God hears of this, he will definitely slaughter all the Wealth God’s followers,” sneered the Devil race’s Emperor.

Ma Ruyun smiled indifferently. “Our actions today are due to the directives of the Wealth God. Everything else isn’t for us to worry about. When doing business, the subordinates must listen to the superiors, or the efficiency plummets, lowering the profits.”

“Fuck your fucking profits. Don’t talk about this nonsense with...