Hearing the middle-aged vendor's words, Chen Zhou was taken aback. He hadn't thought about this issue before, but now that the vendor brought it up, Chen Zhou suddenly realized something.

The middle-aged merchant was right. Since the railway had entrusted this advanced alliance to the two of them, they weren't just going to give up after leading the alliance to the eighth level. Instead, they were going to keep guiding the alliance in a positive direction.

Therefore, this eighth floor is clearly not their final destination. There will be a seventh floor, a sixth floor, and so on, until they cross this Demon Warrior floor.

"Let's take it one step at a time and get to the eighth floor first," Chen Zhou said.

If we want to lead the members of the Advanced Alliance to higher places, then we must improve their strength. If we want to improve their strength, we certainly cannot give up the middle-aged merchant's skill of doubling magic coins.

In fact, only by truly utilizing that Shanghai store could Chen Zhou and the middle-aged merchant possibly have the ability to run and expand this advanced alliance!

Because there are many things in the shops in Shanghai that can help them.

“It seems that’s indeed the case now, but I’ve made up my mind and have a plan.” The middle-aged vendor said to Chen Zhou. Chen Zhou looked at the vendor curiously, waiting for his next words.

What are the plans of the middle-aged vendor?

To be honest, Chen Zhou really didn't have any particularly clear plans or intentions for the future of this magical city. Did the middle-aged vendors already have them?

"My plan is to follow you," the middle-aged vendor said.

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhou chuckled. Was the middle-aged vendor telling the truth or joking? Follow him? What could he possibly offer him?

So Chen Zhou initially thought the middle-aged vendor was joking with him and didn't take it to heart. However, upon further reflection, when Chen Zhou looked at the middle-aged vendor again, he found that the vendor now had a serious expression, not a joking one, and he didn't seem to be joking at all.

Is this what the middle-aged vendor really thinks?

Chen Zhou was taken aback.

“I’m not joking with you, it’s true. From every perspective, you are worthy of my following. Besides, someone of my strength would die very quickly if I didn’t find a powerful backer after entering the eighth level!” the middle-aged merchant said.

Hearing this, Chen Zhou immediately understood the middle-aged merchant's actions. Indeed, on the tenth floor, the middle-aged merchant had always been under the protection of the Tenth Floor Strongest Alliance. After leaving the Tenth Floor Strongest Alliance, he quickly joined the Advancement Alliance and then came under its protection.

From this perspective, the middle-aged merchant was actually seeking protection from a certain power; to be more precise, the leader of that alliance would do everything in his power to protect him. Only in this way would he follow them.

Therefore, the middle-aged merchant did not participate in a single battle on the tenth floor, which is why he has survived to this day.

Although the middle-aged merchant appears to have improved in strength, his actual strength hasn't increased much. It's only because he possesses the Nine Linked Rings, which fit perfectly within this teleportation channel, that his apparent rapid progress seems so swift.

However, if he were to exit through this teleportation channel and enter the eighth level, the middle-aged merchant would likely be no match for any one of the members of this advanced alliance.

Therefore, upon entering the eighth level, one should naturally seek out a powerful backer.

The middle-aged vendor thought to himself.

Chen Zhou nodded silently. Thinking of this, Chen Zhou had no reason to refuse. Now, Chen Zhou was probably the only true strongman in the Advancement Alliance, and he had to take on this responsibility.

Seeing Chen Zhou nod, the middle-aged vendor finally breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that Chen Zhou had agreed.

“In that case, you are the leader of this Advanced Alliance. Don’t say I’m the leader anymore,” the middle-aged merchant said to Chen Zhou.

So that's what the middle-aged vendor was planning?

"I'm not cut out to be a leader," Chen Zhou said directly. Although he was good at fighting, his ability to lead people was indeed lacking. Even though he was the true son of the dragon from one of the three major sects in the Wolong Mountain area, Chen Zhou was truly clueless about leading people.

“The position of leader does indeed require strength to command respect, and I am not strong enough to be the leader. Only you are capable of it right now. Once they wake up, speak to them immediately, and then lead them through this teleportation tunnel to the eighth level,” the middle-aged merchant said.

Since the middle-aged vendor had said so, Chen Zhou had no way to refuse and could only agree.

"Since that's the case, then I have no choice but to agree," Chen Zhou replied.

The two continued to wait for the advanced alliance members to wake up. They had checked everyone's bodies beforehand and found that no water had entered their mouths or noses. For some reason, they hadn't gotten any water in the water sphere.

However, this was for the best. Neither Chen Zhou nor the middle-aged vendor thought about it too much until a voice entered their ears.

"Cough cough cough..."

A violent coughing sound rang out, and Chen Zhou and the middle-aged merchant immediately looked over. They saw that a member of the Advanced Alliance had woken up and his body had immediately detached from the wall of the illusory teleportation channel. He was coughing incessantly, and a lot of water was flowing from his mouth.

That was clearly the water inside that water sphere.

Chen Zhou and the middle-aged vendor stared blankly at the scene. They were both stunned. What was going on?

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