Chapter 450: Let Jiang Zhe Deliver a Speech

"The food I gave you before was like spring water in the desert, get it? Now you're trying to exchange it with street junk, do you think that's fair?"

Facing Jiang Zhe's scathing remarks, the boy said, "Then what if we exchanged it with money?"

"Too late, no deal," Jiang Zhe replied, his tone icy.

If these people had been honest from the start and sincerely sought a truce with their scores, Jiang Zhe indeed wouldn't have needed to hold onto so many points.

But after trying to deceive their way through and then looking down upon us in negotiations, Jiang Zhe didn't feel an ounce of their sincerity.

"Jiang Zhe, there are so many of us, do you really want to watch us get eliminated?"

"That's your own problem, what does it have to do with me?"

The boy was at a loss for words.

Jiang Zhe glanced at Beifeng, whose distinct knuckles tapped on the tabletop, an oppressive force emanating from the gesture.

"You're disturbing us," he said.