"As you command!"
Yu Honghui said respectfully.
He saw Yun Zhenyue leave the bank with Mengmeng, seemingly waiting for them by the entrance.
He then looked at the Ghost Shopkeeper, who was still rolling on the floor, crying and throwing a tantrum.
A hint of coldness surfaced on his silver-white brows.
The Nightmare Hunters were no charity organization.
'Daring to provoke the Lord's wife will surely bring endless retribution!'
He carefully considered the meaning behind Yun Zhenyue's words: "handle it as you see fit."
A life for a life, and a debt for a debt.
This was the natural order of things.
With this in mind, Yu Honghui took out five hundred-denomination Ghost Coins from his pocket.
He tossed them in front of the bewildered Ghost Shopkeeper.
"The Lord's wife's friend owed you money. I've paid it off for her."
"This..."
The Ghost Shopkeeper trembled. How could he dare take money from an Evil Star? Wasn't that just asking for death?
"Take it," Yu Honghui said coldly.
