"Damn, that's fifteen thousand credits! Even split between them, that's five thousand credits each!"
"That's a hundred million per person... I'm so jealous."
"This is what a martial artist should be like. I can do that too—" The speaker was immediately slapped by his companion to knock some sense into him.
"You want to imitate them? Take a look at the spoils—there's a Rank-5 heart in there. That means they ran into a Rank-5. Do you think you could survive against one?"
The three quickly finished converting everything into credits.
"Lu Hao, Old Wang, time to split the loot," Qin Fengqing said.
The three began dividing the loot right there in public. With Huang Jing watching over them, no one dared entertain any ideas.
"What? I only get twenty percent?"
Qin Fengqing said with an incredulous expression, "I initiated this operation. Without me, would you even have known where to get so many credits? The information I provided accounted for a huge part of this!"
Lu Hao smiled. "I killed two Rank-4s, and then worked with Old Wang to kill a Rank-5. Otherwise, would you have had the time to collect the spoils? Taking forty percent isn't excessive, is it?"
Qin Fengqing tried to reason with him and appeal to his emotions. "Lu Hao! You're being too distant. I lured away so many demon beasts and nearly died there. Look at the bond between us brothers—how about giving me sixty percent?"
Qin Fengqing was practically asking for the moon.
Wang Jinyang, standing beside them, was helpless. One wanted sixty percent, the other wanted forty percent. So he was supposed to get nothing at all?
The people nearby were all stunned by Lu Hao and Qin Fengqing's argument. One claimed to have killed a Rank-5, while the other claimed