Thinking of why he had come here, and the effects of this medicinal herb, he ultimately insisted, "Sir, could money be used as compensation? If one million isn't enough, then two million—or name a figure. I'll definitely scrape together whatever I can manage."
Shao Jie looked at Chen Mo's gun barrel and swallowed. With the gun pointed at him, the other man could fire at any moment. It would be better to negotiate properly. Perhaps Chen Mo might change his mind.
Setting aside the man's abilities, although he did not know exactly how many people there had been, the fact that Chen Mo had wiped out more than thirty people in such a short time was already astonishing. It was easy to imagine just how formidable he was.
That shot just now had injured Uncle Wei's finger despite the rapid reaction. Such marksmanship was absolutely one in ten thousand.
So no matter what, they could only negotiate properly.
Chen Mo shook his head and said, "Forget the money. It's too vulgar. Besides, even with money, you might not be able to buy the medicinal herb in your hands. So I want this Purple Luo Flower."
"Th-this...!" Youngster immediately did not know what to do. He hesitated over whether to hand the item to Chen Mo, but given the situation before him, he had no choice but to agree.
Therefore, he could only ready his backpack and prepare to hand the medicine case in his hand to Chen Mo.
However, Uncle Wei, beside him, reached out and stopped him. Because his hand was injured, the left hand he extended looked somewhat awkward.
"Uncle Wei!?" Shao Jie saw Uncle Wei stopping his arm and looked at him questioningly.
"Shao Jie, Old Huang's illness..." Uncle Wei saw Shao Jie's hesitation and immediately reminded