No one could have imagined that such a fierce confrontation, a duel between such formidable masters with the lives and dignity of martial artists at stake... would end up being worth five hundred yuan.
Huo Wenxi was dumbfounded.
He had never seen an Ancient Martial Artist this cheap!
Did you have any ambition at all!? Five hundred yuan!? You could've told me—I'd have given it to you!
Why not beat Lu Chengwen to death!? I'll give you five thousand!
Zhao Ritian beamed as he counted the five hundred yuan over and over. With a casual kick, he sent Li Mo, who was sprawled on the ground, rolling to Huo Wenxi's feet. Then he walked away counting his money, not sparing Li Mo and the others another glance.
Huo Wenxi truly admired Lu Chengwen.
Impressive. Which one of my bodyguards didn't make at least a million a year?
Li Mo alone had a steady monthly salary of three hundred thousand, plus a year-end bonus.
Good grief, Lu Chengwen's hires were stronger than mine, yet their fees were absurdly low!
Huo Wenxi looked at Lu Chengwen. "How did you do it?"
Lu Chengwen looked back at him. "Everyone has a price. As long as you pay enough, that's all it takes."
Huo Wenxi was nearly enraged to death.
He waved a hand. "Let's go!"
When he reached the door, Huo Wenxi turned around and pointed imperiously at Lu Chengwen. "Lu Chengwen, I'm telling you, this isn't over between us. Just you wait. When I—"
Lu Chengwen pulled out another two hundred yuan, pinched the bills between two fingers, and held them up. "Brother Ritian, two hundred yuan. Deal if you slap that guy a few times for me?"
Like a monkey shot from a cannon, Zhao Ritian whooshed over and snatched the