"Wait!"
Lin Feng immediately spoke up to interrupt him. The faint smile on his face vanished in an instant as he refused to give an inch.
"Senior never mentioned this additional condition earlier."
"I'm afraid you still don't understand. This entire treasure ground, including the Divine Pool within it, every blade of grass and every tree, is all my private property."
"Once the deal is complete, you won't even be qualified to set foot inside."
Dugu Bo abruptly looked at him, his face so dark it seemed ready to drip water. Without a second thought, he sternly refused.
"No! Absolutely not."
"This old man cannot force decades' worth of toxins within my body into my soul bones in an instant. It is a lengthy process. I need time to adjust, and I cannot do without the Divine Pool."
Lin Feng spread his hands indifferently and said calmly,
"That may be true, but what does it have to do with me?"
"Our deal never included that condition. To put it bluntly, this is merely a willing transaction. What does your life or death have to do with me?"
Qian Renxue, Flender, and the others beside them knew Lin Feng's money-grubbing nature all too well.
The moment they saw this look on his face, they knew he was plotting something again. With such a fat sheep delivered straight to his door—one who was a wealthy and powerful Title Douluo—he would never miss any chance to squeeze him dry.
"You..."
Dugu Bo glared at him, a breath lodged firmly in his chest. He was so furious that he could not utter a single word in rebuttal.
He understood perfectly well that if he himself guarded such an unparalleled treasure ground, he would never let outsiders use it freely for no reason.
Understanding was