The appearance of every bottle of genetic evolution potion can cause a bloody storm in the auction house.

But when it came to the Blood Fang Team and Song Ziyu, it turned out to be a piece of goods assigned.

It's too much.

Everyone felt it was unreal.

But this is really happening in front of everyone.

At its peak, the Bloodfang team had as many as hundreds of combat team members. However, due to the death of the boss Feng Yiren and the separation of the core members, there are now less than thirty combat team members who are capable of fighting.

To these twenty-seven or eight subordinates, Song Ziyu distributed them one by one. The distribution was quickly completed, and the medicine was in the hands of every subordinate.

"I have only one request for you."

Song Ziyu emphasized: "This thing can only be used by you, but please don't sell it to me. If I find out that any of you are using genetic medicine to cash out, don't blame me for being rude, I will beat you up!"

The men's hearts trembled when they heard this: "Boss, please be careful. Who would take such a precious thing to cash out after being full? We won't be so stupid."

"That's good!"

Song Ziyu said with a smile: "I hope everyone can grow and become the backbone of the team."

These words touched the hearts of everyone.

Since the death of the former boss, the masters of Blood Fang have changed jobs and left. The people left behind either miss their old friendship or are no longer wanted... Everyone knows the importance of strength!
Chapter completed!