After what felt like ten long minutes, Michael reappeared in front of everyone. His face was pale, his breathing uneven, and his confident aura was completely gone. He stood stiffly, eyes darting toward Ragnar—but the moment their gazes met, he immediately looked away.
"Add me as a friend," Michael muttered, voice trembling, "and I'll… gift you the chests."
"WHAT?!"
Gilbert's shout was the first to break the silence, followed by the uproar of Michael's teammates.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Are you out of your mind?!"
"Michael! What's going on?"
Their panic was genuine. A minute ago, they were mocking Ren's group, proud and arrogant. Now, their leader was acting like a scolded child.
Michael clenched his fists, frustration boiling over. He snapped his eyes shut and barked, "He's Ragnar Axis!"
The air turned heavy.
"If you don't want your families to go bankrupt overnight," Michael continued, voice rising with fear, "then do as I said!"
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