"If I'd known he was a broke joke, I wouldn't have carried him back."
I worked my butt off to haul him here, all to help Galaxy scavenge more Crystal Cores.
But no, turned out, the guy was flat broke.
Not only was he broke, but he also had the nerve to mooch food and drinks every day.
How could he have the face to do that?
Lin Murong thought he was absolutely shameless.
And he didn't hesitate to voice strong criticism.
But the boss didn't take it to heart, he didn't care what Lin Murong thought of him.
As long as he had food, he was fine.
In the apocalypse, having thick skin was a good thing, similarly, others' opinions mattered even less.
No matter how much Lin Murong despised him, the boss simply refused to leave.
"You can stay, but at least you're a Superpower User; go get some Crystal Cores to trade for supplies. Galaxy runs a supermarket, not a charity," was all but directly spelled out by Lin Murong.
The boss hesitated for a moment, then decisively shook his head.
