You Did It

"Brother, did you do that?" The junior shopkeeper clutched the Tiger Penis tightly, disbelief written all over his face, his voice trembling.

The whole city was in an uproar. A group of Tiger Demons had just been wiped out at Dingxiang Tower.

And here he was with a Tiger Penis, one that had clearly just been taken, still bearing fresh blood.

What Tiger Penis? This was a scalding-hot... Tiger Penis.

"What thing?" Qin He chewed on a skewer of Candied Hawthorn Skewers, deliberately playing dumb.

"That... thing!" The junior shopkeeper pointed toward Dingxiang Tower.

"That thing?" Qin He raised his brows.

"Yes, that thing." The junior shopkeeper nodded, his eyes full of little stars.

The Great Jing Empire's cowardice and the Flood Dragon Clan's tyranny were a stifled breath of resentment pressing on the heart of everyone in Lin'an City.

If the Tiger Demons had truly been wiped out by the man before him, then this patron of his was no ordinary man.

What was this called?

This was called a hero!

Yet Qin He simply asked, "If I did it, could you double the price?"

The junior shopkeeper froze, instinctively shaking his head. "No, I can't. Doubling it would mean selling at a loss, and they'd deduct my performance rating."

"Then don't ask questions like that won't make us rich."

Qin He immediately rolled his eyes at him, then added, "The year-end is almost here. Have you hit your targets? Made enough money? Why aren't you giving me a quote already?"

The junior shopkeeper instantly felt a chill run through his heart.

You're a perfectly living, warm-blooded person. Why do the words coming out of your mouth feel like ice lumps?

After a whole year, only these recent deals of his had been remotely decent. They were barely enough