Arbitrary Extortion

The middle-aged man was actually a little resentful. This was absolutely not something that should have been said here. If it had been said in private, they could still have discussed it. But now that Feng Jun had made such a scene, how was he supposed to negotiate? Feng Jun could not blame him for lying; he had been forced into it.

But honestly speaking, he did not think the heir was worth a hundred Spirit Stones. He was not even worth ten. Even if Duke Yongyi's Estate possessed ten Spirit Stones, they would probably never compensate such an amount.

When Feng Jun heard his denial, he merely sneered. "No Spirit Stones? Then tell me, where did the Spirit Stones in the array disk come from?"

The middle-aged man's lips moved, and he wanted to say, "That is Marvelous Hands Pavilion's business. How would I know?"

But before he could speak, Feng Jun waved a hand again and spoke coldly. "Before you deny it, consider the consequences. Think carefully about what will happen if you deceive me."

When mortals deceived immortals, there could only be one outcome: death without pardon!

The middle-aged man immediately shut his mouth. He understood the ruthlessness of immortals all too well. Once the other party turned hostile, the heir might still have a chance to survive because of his family background, but a lowly eunuch like him would never be spared.

Seeing that he had fallen silent, Feng Jun nodded in satisfaction. "Then it is settled. I happen to be short of labor here, so the heir will stay and help out. When Duke Yongyi sends over a hundred Spirit Stones, I will let him go."

The heir and the middle-aged man exchanged looks, their expressions somewhat strange.

An official not far away could no