"Playing dumb!"
The leading outer sect disciple listened to Zhang Menglong and his expression turned a bit impatient.
Actually, during this time, there would always be one or two troublemakers. After all, 50 contribution points were enough for a lot of things, and no one wanted to give them away lightly. So almost every time there was a fierce conflict between new disciples and senior disciples.
"Brother, first of all, you can't just ask for these contribution points and expect me to hand them over," Zhang Menglong said, "Even if I'm willing to give them to you, my brothers in the Shamate Clan might not agree, right? You see, nobody here is willing. Taking things by force isn't particularly enjoyable, is it?"
The outer sect disciple was about to explode, but another outer sect disciple patted his shoulder and stepped forward. He had an innocent face, but Zhang Menglong could tell with just a glance that he was insincere.
