[Cured Meat Rice: Boss Qian really went all out this time.]
[Qin Family Xiaoyu: He didn't just lose everything; he had no choice. If Building A gets sealed off, he won't just lose a hundred million. He'll lose tens of billions, maybe even hundreds of billions.]
[Little Taoist of Clear Wind Temple: A hundred million... I've never heard of a fee like that in all my years of training.]
[I Am Ying Zheng: That's because you don't have the High God's abilities.]
Chen Hao looked at Qian Hong, then nodded lightly.
Qian Hong nearly lost his footing. He took a deep breath, trying hard to keep his voice from trembling. "All right. It's a deal. Mr. Chen, I'm counting on you."
Zhang Dechang watched from the side, his expression conflicted. His voice was hoarse and resentful, full of disdain and mockery. "Mr. Qian, forgive me for speaking out of turn. That's a Ghost Domain in there. Even the Celestial Master who leads our Dragon-Tiger Mountain can't deal with it. You're paying a hundred million to send in a young man in his twenties... This isn't about money. It's about his life."
Qian Hong turned to him, his tone somewhat cold. "Elder Zhang, when you went in just now, you said it wouldn't be a problem either. And what happened? You came out with a broken sword, a shattered compass, and blood pouring from your mouth. Now you're telling me even a Celestial Master can't deal with it, and I have to seal the building for ten years. Ten years, Elder Zhang. Do you know what ten years means for Treasure Sky City?"
Zhang Dechang looked deeply embarrassed, even his pale face flushing a little. He had no answer.
Qian Hong's voice grew colder. "Elder Zhang, it's not that I don't