Zhao Gan briefly recounted what had happened. Xu Yi saw clearly that when Dong Qingke heard more than three hundred Origin Pills had been refined, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
Du Chuan chuckled. "Brother Zhao's is only one side of the story. What I heard was quite different. Since Brother Zhao made an agreement with Fan Jiu beforehand to give him half the pills, he ought to honor his promise. How can he go back on his word after the deed is done? That hardly seems like a gentleman's conduct."
"Half?!"
"Why not just rob us outright?"
"Brother Zhao, everyone, it's obvious Du's shameless. Why bother arguing with him?"
"..."
The members of the Co-learning Society erupted at once. They had known that matters had reached this point and that there was no way to settle things peacefully; they would have to pay a price. But they had never expected Du to open his mouth and demand half the pills.
These were the fruits of years of painstaking accumulation by their fellow members, with a huge measure of good fortune involved. Who knew when they would next manage to refine Origin Pills?
Having half snatched away just like that was no different from having a chunk of their hearts carved out.
"Brother Dong, you're renowned for being fair. What do you say?"
Zhao Gan looked at Dong Qingke. As he spoke, he sent him a private transmission. "I'm no fool. Once this matter is settled, I'll show my gratitude. Please accept twenty Origin Pills, Brother Dong."
Zhao Gan wasn't stupid. He had only sought out Dong Qingke because he had run out of options.
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