What the hell?
Feng Xiaotian's words instantly enraged Huo Wushuang. "Feng Xiaotian, you're a real piece of work! You just said the Amplifier was worth eight hundred thousand to a million Gold Soul Coins. Now, barely a fart later, you're telling me it's worth eighty to a hundred?"
"You-you can forget it for the rest of your life! Don't even dream of setting foot in the Huo Family!"
Huo Wushuang pointed at Feng Xiaotian, sputtering with rage.
If Lin Xiao hadn't been watching, he would have unleashed a torrent of curses.
To agree with Huo Wu, Feng Xiaotian had truly thrown his dignity straight into the dirt.
"Hehe, Brother Wushuang, don't be so quick to say that. Nobody can say what the future holds, right?"
Yet Feng Xiaotian kept smiling.
And he looked delighted.
He believed that after selling Huo Wushuang out like this, asking Huo Wu for a little reward later wouldn't be unreasonable, would it?
"Brother, look, even Feng Xiaotian said so. You should quit while you're ahead."
"If I hadn't already made such a grand promise, I'd take the Rusty Samurai Sword back."
Huo Wu wore an expression that said she hated to part with it, but she was a woman of her word.
"You... you two..."
Seeing the two of them singing in harmony as though putting on a show, Huo Wushuang was beside himself with anger.
He raised his hand and pointed shakily at them, unable to find the words to describe them.
"Huo Wu, say a little less. Brother Wushuang is already so touched that he's speechless."
As Feng Xiaotian spoke, he pointed at the jars on the counter.
His meaning was simple.
Hurry up and open the jars.
Standing nearby, Lin Xiao finally understood what it meant to have only yourself to rely