"I wasn't lying to you!"
"If you don't believe me, look!"
Old Cao took out a Nameplate.
It was the He Family's Nameplate.
The balance on the Nameplate was revealed as well. Sure enough, there was only a little over a hundred million left.
Young Lord Zhonghang's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
"It's gone?"
"You distributed it?"
"You really distributed it?"
Old Cao nodded and said, "Yes... young master, we really distributed it. This is all that's left!"
"Hmph..." Young Lord Zhonghang flew into a rage. "You bastard Cao, you fucking did this on purpose, didn't you?"
"You just don't want to pay this fee to our Zhonghang Family!"
Young Lord Zhonghang shot to his feet, bristling with menace.
The killing intent emanating from him surged in all directions as though it were solid.
Behind him, over a dozen disciples also stood up, each holding a Divine Artifact, looking as though they would destroy the entire He Family at the slightest disagreement.
"Please calm down, please calm down, please calm down..." Old Cao wore a humble, ingratiating smile. "Young master... think about it. Hasn't it been over sixty thousand years since our He Family was established?"
"All these years, we've paid you a million in taxes every year. Over those sixty thousand years, that comes to sixty billion, doesn't it?"
"We've paid sixty billion. Would we balk at another four billion?"
"For a mere four billion, would I, Old Cao, lead you around in circles and then make an enemy of you?"
"Do you think I really did this on purpose?"
After Old Cao said this, the Zhonghang Family's young master's expression did indeed soften considerably. He nodded and said, "You do have a point. Then I'll believe for now that you weren't playing