When he had been slapped away just now, he thought he had caught a glimpse of the word "collection."
As that detail resurfaced, Zhao Wuji, who had been so consumed by rage that he had lost his head, instantly regained his senses.
To him, that word was more terrifying than a Death Warrant from the King of Hell.
All Zhao Wuji wanted was to feast on rich food and drink his fill. He never wanted to return to those days of digging pits around the clock with nothing but black bread and porridge to sustain him.
"Sir, could you let me have a look at that token from earlier?"
Zhao Wuji rubbed his hands together, looking as spineless as could be.
First, I need to find out whether he's a Debt Collector from the Martial Soul Bank.
If he is, everything can be settled amicably!
If he isn't, he can't blame me for being ruthless.
However, Qian Chongling did not acknowledge him right away. Instead, he turned around and smiled at the girl. "Little sister, are you hurt anywhere?"
"Big brother, I'm fine. I'm going back to my mother now."
Although the girl was still a little shaken, Qian Chongling had not let her suffer the slightest injury, and that was what she told him.
"That's good. Take care on your way back."
Once Qian Chongling finished speaking, the girl jogged away.
Only then did Qian Chongling turn back and walk toward Zhao Wuji, tossing him the little black token halfway there.
Zhao Wuji caught the token and stared at it with wide eyes for a long while before swallowing. Thank goodness I was quick on the uptake. Otherwise, I'd have been dragged off to dig pits again for injuring a Debt Collector.
After confirming that the token was genuine,