Lin Shuguang had not taken what happened in the Blood Desolate Land to heart.
He dared to cut down even Martial Artists, let alone the ugly man in camouflage and his companions, who were not even Martial Artists.
Anyone who wanted to steal his things had to die!
Not only had those people failed to take anything from Lin Shuguang, but they had also been forced to hand over their entire day's haul. They had worked all day for nothing.
When Feng San received the news and brought people to pick Lin Shuguang up, he was startled by the bundles scattered all over the ground.
No wonder Lin Shuguang had called to say there was quite a lot. He had imagined how much there might be, but seeing it for himself still made his heart pound.
"Are you trying to wipe out the Desolate Ghost Apes?"
Once the bill was settled, Lin Shuguang had made nine hundred thousand on this trip. The Desolate Ghost Apes had brought in five hundred thousand, and the rest came from several stalks of treasure medicine.
If those people's deboning skills had not been so poor, Lin Shuguang could have made even more.
The amount might not compare to what Lin Shuguang earned through other means, but the price of Desolate Ghost Apes was what it was-just over two thousand each!
This trip was equivalent to Lin Shuguang killing more than two hundred Desolate Ghost Apes.
Those hunting teams had only contributed a dozen or so, and those were incomplete.
Before they left, Feng San pulled a middle-aged man over and introduced him to Lin Shuguang. "This is Old Zhong, one of my people. I'm going on a long trip in a couple of days. It'll be at least half a month before I get