"Money, medicinal herbs, Beast Cores, materials-anything will do. I just heard something about Spiritheart Jade Marrow. What exactly is that?" Tang Yan's gaze drifted almost imperceptibly toward the girl's wrist.
Noticing his gaze, the girl instinctively tugged her sleeve down and watched him warily, her voice turning cold. "There is no Spiritheart Jade Marrow!"
Her denial was practically a sign declaring "No silver buried here," and Tang Yan nearly laughed aloud. On the surface, however, he kept up his fierce act. "Hmph, little girl, you'd better hand it over obediently, then let me have some fun.
"Don't even think about killing yourself. If you don't cooperate, I'll strip you naked and hang you on Ming City's walls tonight."
Tang Yan repeated the seven Jungle Killers' threat word for word.
"You're shameless!" The girl's beautiful eyes widened, and her gaze filled with hostility.
"Oh, please. With that flat chest and flat backside, I'm not interested anyway. Give me the bracelet on your wrist, or I won't be so polite." Tang Yan stood up, eyeing her with ill intent.
"No! Hmph!" Tossing out those words, the girl turned and walked away.
Tang Yan was dumbfounded.
What the hell was going on? I just wanted to play the bandit for once. Why won't you cooperate?
And I saved you, yet you're just leaving? Without so much as a gesture? Does being pretty make you that special?
But Young Master Tang wasn't in the habit of robbing women unprovoked. Watching her leave, he could only stare helplessly. He couldn't actually go and rob her, could he? How would that make him any different from the Jungle Killers?
Fine, I'll just count it as finding seven sparring partners.
He rummaged through the Storage Ring he had seized. It seemed to contain the seven killers' pooled