A Summoning Equipment from the Da Ci Dynasty Era

"Ever since I took back Ling Zheng's luck, troubles had come one after another. Even after disguising myself as Cao Wan, they still never stopped." Lu Xingshi casually dealt with the street thug eyeing the 4,500 Federal Currency in his hand as he pondered this matter.

If he had won 45 million Federal Currency, he could understand someone coveting it and trying some underhanded tricks.

But this was only 4,500, and someone had actually set their sights on it. That was utterly ridiculous.

"Kid, let me give you a word of advice. Things you shouldn't take won't bring you any good if you clutch them in your hands." The thug warned Lu Xingshi.

Lu Xingshi, who had been about to leave, was utterly baffled.

"It's only 4,500 Federal Currency. You're making it sound like I stole some peerless treasure..." Lu Xingshi complained.

Even the village chief of a poor mountain village could earn ten thousand a year. As someone living in a major city, as long as they were willing to work, how could they possibly fail to make money?

But Lu Xingshi quickly realized that if this man had truly been willing to work diligently and honestly, he would not have become a street thug robbing people.

"Heh, you think this money is for me? It's tribute for Hong Ye. You made money on Hong Ye's turf and think you can just leave?" The man struggled to his feet, disdain in his voice.

Hearing that, Lu Xingshi did not care in the slightest. It was nothing more than empty boasting.

If everyone who made money here had to hand it over, then this man would not be a street thug, but a warlord.

"As the saying goes, good is rewarded with good and evil with evil; if retribution has