Fang Cheng was silent for a moment, then asked coldly:
"Do you know how?"
Hearing Fang Cheng finally respond, the masked man secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
His life was half-saved.
"Of course, I know all about this. In terms of understanding the underlying logic of space-time gateways and intelligence on the Otherworld, in the entire East Capital, I claim second, no one dares claim first."
He straightened his back and then threw out the most important bargaining chip:
"If you're interested, I can teach you these methods. Or, next time the gateway cools down, we can go in together and jointly develop the resources inside."
Fang Cheng's eyelids drooped slightly, but he remained silent.
If what the other party claims is true, keeping him around indeed has great value.
After all, he absolutely does not want to risk his life each time he traverses between the worlds, resisting the tearing of space.
