After that, Li Qinwu killed himself outright, revived aboard the Golden Road, then opened a portal and brought out the pine tree and Terra Soil.
He divided the soil into two portions and placed them in two enormous containers.
He handed one portion to Catwoman Nova and said:
"Even though we didn't get any child support, getting this much Terra soil is still pretty good.
Later, we'll find a chance to cash this soil in. No matter what, it should be enough to scrape together a spaceship for you and the baby in your belly!"
Nova was deeply puzzled by Li Qinwu's behavior. This guy drew the line over profits far too clearly. Sometimes, when someone was so clear about dividing benefits, it proved that they truly wanted to give you something rather than keep it all for themselves.
Once the moisture was removed, the soil weighed fifty tons. Half of that for her meant twenty-five tons.
Twenty-five tons of soil—what an immense fortune that was!
If handled properly, just spreading a little onto each planet could bring back enough wealth to buy an entire somewhat barren planet.
After losing Inquisitor Thraxol, she was all alone, carrying such a massive fortune on her person.
By rights, others should have been eyeing her, looking for a way to kill her and plunder her wealth.
Yet Li Qinwu not only had not done that, he had even taken the initiative to hand the fortune over to her. What did that mean?
There had to be something that made Li Qinwu wary, preventing him from exploiting a bereaved widow.
Catwoman Nova stared into Li Qinwu's eyes for a long while before suddenly asking:
"Is Lord Thraxol really dead?"
Li Qinwu's gaze drifted.
"Of course he's dead. Dead as hell—went down with one snap,