Madman's expression changed slightly, and he forced a smile onto his face.
"Friend, I was only worried that President Ye of Flame Dragon Security Company would die in the Thundercloud Pool mission and implicate me. I had nothing to do with this. I'm innocent."
"Do you have any Transaction Points?"
Yang Ling pressed.
Madman had wanted to say no, but when the other man took a step toward him, he immediately changed his tune.
"Yes, yes. I have twenty thousand Transaction Points. Consider it my apology."
[Madman transferred 20,000 Transaction Points to you] Yang Ling's Transaction Point balance not only had not dropped after buying the Strength Supplement, it had increased by another twenty thousand in the blink of an eye.
Yang Ling nodded and looked at Ye Divine Fist again.
"Do you have any Transaction Points?"
Ye Divine Fist had never suffered such humiliation before. He felt as if he were about to explode with rage.
He shouted at his subordinates.
"Transfer all the Transaction Points you have to Brother Luo Kai!
"We were inferior this time. We admit it!"
Transfer notifications appeared before Yang Ling one after another.
Some were for three or five thousand, while others were for seven or eight thousand. Not a single one exceeded ten thousand.
"Is that all the Transaction Points they have? It seems they still haven't figured out their current situation."
Yang Ling walked over to one of Flame Dragon Security Company's Third-Grade Great Grandmasters. The man looked at him with terror written all over his face.
"Friend, you're unlucky. Don't play games in your next life."
His head was stomped apart like a balloon, red and white splattering everywhere.
The hair on every Third-Grade Great Grandmaster's body stood on end at the sight.
He was dead!
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