Bloodletting

Ambassador Song nearly fainted. What kind of idiot was this? He was the one who'd taken the hostage, yet he was making the victim name his price.

What he didn't know was that Xu Yi had just arrived in this strange place and had no idea how things worked. He knew spirit stones were precious, but not how much to ask for. If he named a price too hastily, he'd either invite ridicule and get swindled, or ask for something absurd and fail to strike a deal.

A thousand words spoken could not match one held back. So he simply tossed the ball back into the other man's court.

As soon as Xu Yi finished speaking, Young Master Xu's handsome brows twitched, and a faint delight crept into his expression. He sent a voice transmission: "Idiot, ask for ten spirit stones. That's what the man surnamed Song gets paid."

Xu Yi glanced at Young Master Xu, and a chill crept into his heart.

He was beginning to feel the same way Ambassador Song did: the kidnapper didn't seem like a kidnapper, and the hostage didn't seem like a hostage. It was an awful feeling, one that left him unable to get a read on things.

"Thirty spirit stones!"

Xu Yi declared loudly.

"Not bad, kid. You've got some nerve asking for the moon. The man surnamed Song might not even have that much."

Young Master Xu sent him another voice transmission.

Xu Yi replied through voice transmission, "Shut your mouth, damn it. Voice transmission or not, you're still talking."

"You're dreaming. Do you think you can swallow the sky whole?"

Ambassador Song's eyes were bloodshot. He could barely keep himself from swallowing Xu Yi alive.

Xu Yi said, "Could it be that, in your eyes, Ambassador Song, this man surnamed