Bu Yunfeng's Fury

"That's right. If you want the Eight-Winged Treasure Armor, hand over a hundred thousand contribution points. After all, the Eight-Winged Treasure Armor now belongs to Qin Hao."

At Qin Hao's words, Jiang Fengquan froze for a moment before catching on and speaking coolly.

"A hundred thousand contribution points? Why don't you just rob us?!"

Lei Wu flew into a rage.

A hundred thousand contribution points were enough to buy several Mystic-Tier Low-Grade Weapons!

"Then I'm sorry, but I can't give you this Eight-Winged Treasure Armor." Qin Hao shrugged, utterly unconcerned.

"Fine, fine, fine! Qin Hao, you'll pay for what you've done." Lei Wu's face darkened. In today's life-and-death battle between Qin Hao and Pei Shan, the Lei family had tried to steal a chicken, only to lose the rice they used as bait.

Pei Shan was dead!

And they had lost a lower mystic tier piece of soft armor!

"Elder Lei!"

Yang Benhong and Lei Yi had already come up to Lei Yi. At the sight of this, both wore ugly expressions.

"We're leaving!"

Without so much as a glance at Qin Hao or Jiang Fengquan, Lei Wu strode away, his face livid.

Yang Benhong and Lei Yi followed close behind.

With a sudden rustle, the crowd parted on its own to make a path.

After watching them leave, Qin Hao turned back and bowed solemnly to Jiang Fengquan. "Thank you, Elder Jiang! If you hadn't upheld justice today, Lei Wu and the others would never have let the matter rest."

Jiang Fengquan smiled faintly. "It's nothing. I'm happy to witness the rise of a genius like you. Still, if you want to thank someone, thank that girl Ziqing. She came to see me three times in person on your behalf."

"That's right! Qin Hao, you still don't know why