Donnie was indeed tactful. He handed over 1,500 Primal Crystals in one go, and the inheritance he had received was immediately reduced by more than half.
But what could be more important than his own life?
Seeing Chen Yi accept the money, Chuka flew over to Donnie's side and patted him on the shoulder. In an old-fashioned tone, she said, "Not bad, kid. You know how to behave. You're much more pleasing to the eye than that bug-playing guy."
"Buy me ten epic-grade Spirit Crystals, and I'll forgive you for treating me like an idiot."
As she spoke, she casually pulled a clump of mist from Donnie's body.
Chen Yi handled things once he took the money.
That was his reputation.
But once the money and goods were settled, it was time for Chuka to settle the score.
That was a personal grudge.
Donnie stiffened, cold sweat covering his forehead.
When had that happened?!
Why had he felt nothing at all?
Donnie had no idea what that mist-like thing was, but it was obviously nothing good.
He had treated others like natives, never realizing they had been treating him like a fool.
If he did not change that mindset, he would not even know how he got played to death in the future.
Since Chuka had said it aloud, it meant she truly intended to let the matter go.
"Oh, and make them murky."
Donnie estimated the price. It was not expensive. What a good person—no, what a good cat.
He immediately put on an obsequious, bootlicking smile.
"No problem, Lady Chuka. Next time, I'll definitely go fishing with you for real. We'll fish to our hearts' content."
Chuka's fur instantly stood on end. "What fishing?! Don't talk nonsense!"
Someone patted Chuka on the shoulder, just as Chuka had patted