Every alchemist cherished medicinal materials dearly.
Every alchemist loved collecting medicinal materials.
Yet no alchemist liked giving away the medicinal materials they had collected.
Today, Wang Weiming had given away ten medicinal materials. The pain was unbearable, and he could only tearfully draw circles in a corner and curse Chen Mo, hoping that every batch he refined would explode and turn into nothing but scraps!
Chen Mo naturally could not see Wang Weiming's inner thoughts. All he could observe with his Spiritual Sense was how deathly pale Wang Weiming looked. Though he could understand a little, he did not hesitate in the slightest.
If you wandered the underworld, you always had to pay your dues. Trying to get something for free? No chance.
After obtaining the medicinal materials, Chen Mo returned directly to the plaza and tossed the box containing them into the car, making Wang Weili's heart ache all over again.
These were all Wang Family possessions. Though he did not know what kinds of medicinal materials had been taken, ten precious medicinal materials were each worth hundreds of millions.
Chen Mo walked up to Wang Weili and said, "That settles it. Since your Wang Family has compensated me, this matter ends here."
He glanced at the Wang Family members around him, who all wore resentful expressions, and continued, "If any of you are unwilling to accept this or regret it, you can come find me."
Wang Weili's face was covered in black lines when he heard that. Even if they were unwilling or regretful, no one would possibly go looking for him. His fists did all the talking; he could say whatever he wanted. In any case, they would never seek him out, and they even hoped never to see him again!
Leave already! Leave already! he kept