Yang Fei waved his hand casually, opening the travel bag on the table from a distance, revealing three crystal skulls.
Yang Fei was startled and then suddenly realized.
"I understand, you got these crystal skulls from the Eight Great Guardian Spirits Families of Sang Island, right?"
Chen Xingzhu giggled charmingly.
"You're wrong, these three crystal skulls were given to me by the Eight Great War God Families of Sang Island to deliver to you, along with a 100 billion check."
"They hope you can spare the small fry of Sang Island. Offering 100 billion Rice Gold is already their greatest sincerity."
Yang Fei put away the three crystal skulls, still with a stern face, coldly saying.
"Then where is the 100 billion Rice Gold check?"
Chen Xingzhu reached into her bosom, pulled out a check, and walked over to Yang Fei slowly.
Her eyes showed a look of resentment.
"Such a stingy man, I originally thought you would reward me with this check."
