Jing Hongchen's move had genuinely frightened Mu En. The man really hadn't come to reason with them.
He was nothing but a bandit, a shameless, brazen bandit.
Mu En had thought his opponent was a man of standing, but now it was clear: he was nothing but a robber!
He refused to reason, fired his cannons whenever he pleased, treated Soul Tools as if they cost nothing, and started fights at the slightest provocation.
Mu En took a deep breath, with nowhere to voice the bitterness in his heart.
"Elder Mu, one billion Gold Soul Coins is too much." Zhuang Yusen sounded bitter. There was no way they could easily come up with that kind of money.
Elder Mu sighed. "Do you think I don't know that? Should we pay it off with Xuan Zi's arm instead?"
"One billion it is, then. All of you, remember the humiliation we suffered today!"
"One day, you'll make them pay us back!"
Mu En looked toward the Shrek group below, wanting them to remember the humiliation of this day.
But they weren't fools. They could all see that Xuan Zi had caused this whole mess. What did this humiliation have to do with them?
That was what they thought, but they still felt a sense of belonging to Shrek, so they didn't do anything disloyal.
"Mu En, I'll give you one hour to raise the money. If you haven't paid up by then, my Soul Tools might stop obeying me."
Jing Hongchen made no effort to hide his threat. Behind Kong Deming, a Full Moon radiated a faint glow, its light wrapped in waves of killing intent...
"Go raise the money." Mu En said the words bitterly. As he spoke, he looked utterly drained, as if his body had been emptied.
Zhuang Yusen