As soon as these words were spoken, the scene fell silent. Everyone looked at Yang Xiao with shocked expressions, full of disbelief.
"Ten times?" The comic artist Liu Hongwei almost dropped his glasses in fright, quickly adjusted them and asked, "Are you...are you sure?"
"Listen to him bragging, ten times? Last time I met someone really strong on a mission, and he only did it six times." Wang Yong crossed his arms with a face full of disdain.
"I say, young brother, even bragging should have limits. You must lack understanding of such a world."
The older Zhao Xuejun spoke with the tone of someone with experience, teaching, "I received my first ghost script at age 32, the second at 34, and now at 38, it's only my third time. How old are you? Not to mention how you survived the previous nine missions, receiving so many ghost scripts is just unreasonable."
He had seen many people who boasted like this before, and without exception, they all died miserably in the end.
