"Really?"
Mr. You said seriously, "Really, I swear it's true!"
Mo Hua hesitated for a moment, finally seemed to give in unwillingly, "Fine, this is the last of my trust. Mr. You, please, don't break your word again."
Mr. You: "Of course, I always keep my word."
The chat ended, and the two of them reached an agreement.
Mo Hua severed the Yuan Magnetic connection, put down the Guest Elder Token, seething inside:
"Well, you damned dog-headed think tank, you even dare to dock my Spirit Stones."
All that talk about one million eight hundred thousand Spirit Stones—he'd be an idiot to believe it.
"You dare owe me money? Just you wait..." Mo Hua thought darkly to himself.
He originally planned to take what he could and leave, wanting nothing more to do with the Demon Sect. But now, out of nowhere, he was owed eight hundred thousand… no, now it's a whopping one million eight hundred thousand in debt. And it's "bad debt," too—how the hell could he swallow that?
