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He Liu sat there, expressionless and seemingly calm, but inside he was stunned and ecstatic. Was this guy really that rich? The price he had asked for was no small sum, yet he had agreed without even bargaining. Was he just toying with him?

The reason he thought this way was that, like Zheng Que, Su Can, Niu Dali, and the others, He Liu possessed formidable martial arts and even stronger scheming, but when it came to making money, he truly had no talent for it. In other words, he had never seen the world.

Of course, he did not dare question Meng Zhao. After all, if this deal truly went through, it would be a good thing for him as well. Afraid something might go wrong, he hurried out of the room. Before long, he returned carrying two stacked wooden boxes in his hands and set them on the table.

"These contain the Fierce Beast Poison Pill and the tortoiseshell. Little brother, you may inspect them first."

Meng Zhao did not stand on ceremony. He had never placed much faith in the integrity of those from the Demonic Path, so he openly opened the boxes and examined their contents carefully.

The poison pill was wrapped in a layer of something resembling thin ice, yet he could sense the immense energy contained within, as well as its savage threat. Meng Zhao could also feel the belt at his waist, transformed from Flood Dragon Little Nine, stirring restlessly. It was clearly quite drawn to the poison pill, so it was no fake.

Then he looked at the tortoiseshell. The patterns upon it were indeed profound and intricate. With only a cursory glance, Meng Zhao felt as though he were observing the Dao of Heaven. It was no different from the one