"Fatty, thirty-seven pieces of Low Grade Dark Stone, just this much? How did you manage over these three years?" A certain lord didn't look pleased; having robbed someone, he still found it lacking?!
"I, I... this big brother, I've never really done well in the city. Please spare me, even if we don't bully newcomers, others will come." Fatty begged for mercy, what kind of newcomer? Which family raised this little freak?! At this moment, he rather hoped those guys who always made trouble for him would come. Yet, those people typically wouldn't pay attention to such newcomers who can't even enter the Holy City.
Mo Liancheng took out more than thirty Dark Stones, kept them, then threw the Storage Bag back to Fatty.
Then, gracefully headed towards the small wooden cabin.
Fatty was stunned, his heart was pounding wildly.
