Will We Get Rich Again?

"If you don't let me go, the Heavenly Court will grind your bones to dust!"

The little girl glared viciously at Wang Ye as she threatened him.

When had she ever suffered such humiliation, tied up and tossed onto the ground like a dead dog?

In ancient times, anyone who dared do this would have faced the Heavenly Court's tens of thousands of troops!

"You make it sound like the Heavenly Court would spare me if I didn't tie you up."

Wang Ye sneered. He looked at the little girl as though she were an idiot, then unhurriedly sorted the items in the sack and stuffed them into his waist pouch.

He had struck it rich.

This haul was nearly equal to what he had gathered during half a year in the Wasteland.

And in the Wasteland,

he had only wandered around for half a year in total.

If you wanted to get rich, you still had to rob the wealthy.

Wang Ye could not help sighing. He had risked his life in the Wasteland, picking things up here and there like a scavenger, and had only barely managed to build up this much wealth.

Now,

he had merely robbed one prodigal woman.

Life was unfair.

But how was he supposed to deal with this woman?

He could see now that, just as Maitreya had said, this little girl was an excellent opponent.

Killing her would definitely be a waste.

But if he let her go, given how much she hated him now, she might very well force the Heavenly Court to reveal every trump card it had just to kill him.

That was entirely possible.

Especially during the Third Awakening of Eternal Night. Zhang Ziliang had planned everything before his death. If something unexpected happened to him and Zhang