Qin Xiaopang looked at the corpse on the ground, then at Li Banfeng. Li Banfeng said he had been very scared just now. Qin Xiaopang didn't know how to comfort him.
"I was afraid he would kill me, so I killed him first, and now he won't kill me anymore," Li Banfeng provided a logical explanation.
Little Fatty felt that this explanation... was faultless.
Li Banfeng walked over to Old Smoker's corpse, untied the cloth bag from his body, and counted the harvest inside.
Ninety-one Snake-Patterned Chrysanthemums, which could sell for nearly eight thousand bucks.
"Is it worth murdering someone over less than eight thousand bucks?" Li Banfeng thought about the prices in Medicine King Valley; human life shouldn't be so cheap.
