"Have I wronged them? Why should I be afraid?"
Jiang Chen smiled gently, then his expression turned serious: "Not only am I not afraid of the Gold-devouring Rat Clan, but I also somewhat admire them. If given the chance, I would like to befriend them!"
Jiang Chen's words caused a stir among the people on the third floor of the tavern, and everyone looked at Jiang Chen in shock, with a gaze as if they were looking at a fool.
What did this person say?
He wants to befriend the Gold-devouring Rat Clan? Is he crazy? That's a clan that kills anyone they see when they go berserk!
Aren't you afraid of being eaten if you befriend them?
Everyone shouted these thoughts in their hearts, but no one dared to speak out loud.
"You admire the Gold-devouring Rat Clan?"
The interest in the eyes of the gray-robed elder grew stronger, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Why do you admire the Gold-devouring Rat Clan?"
