"Really?"
Mr. You said solemnly: "Really, I would never speak falsely!"
Mo Hua hesitated for a moment and finally seemed resigned to compromise: "Fine, this is my last bit of trust, please, Mr. You, do not break your word again."
Mr. You: "Of course, You certainly keeps his word."
The conversation ended, and both parties reached an agreement.
Mo Hua severed the Original Magnet sensing, set down the Guest Elder token, and felt a surge of anger:
"Well, you dog-headed think tank, you even dare to withhold my Spirit Stones."
He would believe in a million and eight hundred thousand Spirit Stones only if it were a ghost.
"Dare to owe me money, you just wait..." Mo Hua thought silently to himself.
He originally planned to stop while ahead and not get entangled with this Demon Sect, but now without any reason, he's been owed eight hundred thousand... no, now it's a million and eight hundred thousand in debt, and it's considered "bad debt," how could he possibly swallow this?
