The Whole Station Was in Chaos

Who would have thought the economy had gotten this bad?

Now even robbing the Underworld Bank was a job you had to queue up for.

Chen Feng tried to reason with them. "First come, first served. How about this? We take April Fifth, and you take Seventh Month Fifteenth."

The Poison Ghost refused. "Bullshit! After all the work we put in, you expect us to go home?"

Chen Feng had no choice. "Then we split it evenly? Let's see. Three of you, three of us. Six shares, all right?"

The Thorn Ghost walked up to Chen Feng, held up eight fingers, and puffed out his chest. "Eight shares. I get two, and the Phlegm Ghost outside gets one."

"The Phlegm Ghost is here too?"

"Yeah. He's lying in wait in a high-rise outside. You know his phlegm can shoot a kilometer. Anyone who escapes dies."

Holy shit. They even set up a sniper?

Chen Feng gave up on fighting them. There was enough money here for him to complete his Spendthrift task anyway.

But Chen Feng's agreement didn't mean the Black Hand agreed. He turned to the Greedy Ghost. "Give me a bigger cut, and I'll take care of them."

People in the same trade were natural enemies.

The Greedy Ghost nodded. "Do it."

"Take Flight!"

At the Black Hand's command, the Thorn Ghost rose into the air, then burst apart like a firework.

Holy shit!

Black thorns flew everywhere. Even with Divine Sense to help him, Chen Feng was struck by several. His whole soul ached, but what hurt even more was this:

Someone had stolen his kill. No skill book, no Enhancement Stone.

Then Chen Feng reconsidered. The Ghost-Catching System could only equip four skills at most. With an ability as lousy as the Thorn Ghost's, wouldn't his