Su Ling casually tossed the storage soul-tool ring to Tang Ya, then looked at the dark-skinned man. "I gave you a chance just now, and you dared threaten me? Now it's twenty million!"
"You're going back on your word!?" The man was shocked and furious. Su Ling looked like an upright gentleman, but he turned out to be black-hearted.
The intelligence was wrong!
"Not at all. If you'd offered the compensation with both hands earlier, I'd have kept my word. But you insisted on getting in a few digs. That was then, this is now. Surely you understand that mistakes come at a price?"
Su Ling shifted a step, shielding Tang Ya behind him. He paid no mind to the man's murderous glare. "Another ten million. Hand it over, or the Grand Supreme Elder of the Dark Pavilion won't be as easy to talk to as I am."
At that, the fury in the man's eyes cleared considerably. His gaze darted around, his throat bobbing as a chill crept over him.
Xuan Zi really was nearby!
The Dark Pavilion disciples who had watched coldly from the sidelines all shrank back. Du Leisi, the person in overall charge, looked as though his mother had died.
Shen Jiao and Nangong She exchanged a glance, then straightened their backs and quietly moved to either side of Tang Ya.
"I can give it to you, but you can't change your mind again!" The man fished another soul-tool storage ring out of his crotch. It held his savings for marriage.
"Don't worry. Just twenty million."
"Take it!"
Watching the man grit his teeth and hand over his marriage savings, Su Ling chuckled and tossed the ring to Tang Ya as well. She wiped it with a handkerchief in disgust.
After all, it had come from