If Han Yan really gave the slot away, or sold it for two or three million, at least it would prove that his Zhengying Academy's reputation is worth something, right? But it wasn't 2.5 million, it was 250 cents, and in such a formal manner. Is Zhengying Academy's name really worth only 250 cents?
Humiliation, this is blatant humiliation.
"Hold it in, hold it in!" Pang Dezong used almost all his strength to resist the urge to slap Ling Baobao to death. He had no choice; the mysterious expert behind him instilled fear in Pang Dezong. No matter how angry he was, he could only endure it.
"Where did this brat come from, daring to humiliate my Zhengying Academy like this!" Zhao Sinin grabbed the hilt of his sword. Although he wasn't very smart, he saw through Ling Baobao's intentions... If he still couldn't see it now, he'd really be hopelessly dumb.
"Sinin!" Pang Dezong shouted sternly, reaching out to stop Zhao Sinin from taking action.
