"Fifty million?" Lin Li heard the amount Zhao Zhize named and shook his head with a smile.
"This is everything I own." Seeing Lin Li shake his head, Zhao Zhize hurriedly explained.
"..." Lin Li remained silent, and his attitude made Zhao Zhize extremely nervous.
"Whew..."
The wind on the street grew stronger and stronger. Another billboard was blown down, crashing heavily onto the ground.
The sound of the billboard falling nearby startled Zhao Zhize. He gritted his teeth and promised Lin Li,
"One hundred million. As long as you let me off, I'll give you one hundred million."
Seeing him raise the amount, Lin Li's calm expression showed a trace of surprise.
"Didn't you just say you only had fifty million? How can you suddenly come up with one hundred million?"
Zhao Zhize looked depressed before replying in a low voice, "I can borrow money from someone."
"This..." Lin Li had not expected that half of the one hundred million Zhao Zhize offered would have to be borrowed from someone else. To escape, he really was willing to do anything.
"Well?" Zhao Zhize asked cautiously. He felt that one hundred million was already an astronomical price and that Lin Li would certainly agree.
"Not interested," Lin Li said indifferently.
"One hundred million! That's money ordinary people could never earn in their entire lives.
"Even for a Cultivator, earning one hundred million wouldn't be easy," Zhao Zhize said.
"Others might be tempted, but for me, earning one hundred million would merely take a little more time." Lin Li spoke with effortless calm. Then his figure blurred, and he vanished instantly.
"Oh no." Zhao Zhize's pupils contracted sharply as he hurriedly raised both hands to shield his chest.
"Bang."
When Lin Li reappeared, he was already in front of Zhao Zhize.