Winning Over

Eli put on a very gentle smile. Anyone who saw him would have thought he was a sunny young boy.

He picked up a Galleon from the ground and helped the trembling Mundungus to his feet with both hands.

Mundungus had no intention of resisting now. He had already witnessed Eli's methods just now; he had no room to resist at all!

"Come on, get up. The ground's cold."

Eli slowly helped Mundungus up. Ignoring how he shook like he had an electric motor inside him, Eli straightened his clothes.

He stuffed the Galleon back into Mundungus's hand, but Mundungus did not dare touch it at all!

"Here, take it. You earned it yourself, so I don't want it."

Holding the Galleon, Mundungus felt as though his back had gone ice-cold.

He had no idea what this little devil wanted.

Eli patted his shoulder. "It's fine. What happened before is in the past. I won't hold it against you, and you can take the money back. I just don't want to catch you hiding things from me and pulling any more tricks!"

Mundungus's whole body suddenly tensed, then he nodded repeatedly, terrified of being even a second too slow.

"Yes, yes, I won't dare do it again. I'll never dare again! No! There won't be a next time. There won't be a next time!"

Eli chuckled and nodded in satisfaction.

Eli had thoroughly examined Mundungus's memories just now. The man no longer had a single secret before him.

This money had not been stolen from the shop's earnings. Rather, Mundungus had taken goods from the shop and sold them at high prices on the black market.

Eli had also learned that many of the people rushing to buy from the shop were so-called middlemen.

They bought cheaply from Eli, then