The Price Was Simply Too High

"So, Manager Yan, you're planning to go back on your word?" Jiang Li stared at the old bastard before him.

He knew merchants were crooked, but he hadn't expected them to be this crooked.

This had only just begun.

They had not even reached the stage of killing the rabbit and cooking the hound.

Yet they already wanted to swallow his share, unwilling to even spare him a mosquito's leg.

"Don't put it like that, young friend."

"It's not that we won't pay you. We'll just give you preferential treatment, pay you slowly, and do so in an orderly manner."

"Besides, the money won't run away if it stays in our Soul Arena. Just consider it deposited with us, all right?"

"Whenever you need money, feel free to come to us."

"As for anything more?"

Manager Yan narrowed his eyes into slits and brazenly threatened Jiang Li. "Young friend, you should know that an innocent man gets into trouble for possessing jade."

"With your talent, becoming a Title Douluo may be uncertain, but becoming a Soul Douluo will be easy."

"Once you have the strength, this money will naturally be returned to you."

"Until then, it would be best for our Soul Arena to safeguard it."

Jiang Li clapped his hands and said "good" three times in a row to Manager Yan. "Good, good, good. You old bastard, you've really thrown away all shame."

Even Xue Beng, that spoiled princeling, did not dare to yap at him when he saw him.

Yet this old bastard actually dared to treat him like a soft persimmon?

If it had been someone else, they might really have let him get away with it.

After all, the Soul Arena was a powerful force with deep foundations. It might not have Title Douluo-level experts, but