Two large chests sat before Ren Ye. By a rough count, each should have contained five hundred thousand Star Source.
As everyone knew, nothing in this world could overcome the principles and will of the lord of the Park District-except more money...
Ren Ye immediately bowed ninety degrees toward the chests. Even as he spoke, he had already raised his arm to sense the Star Source. "We acted this way because we couldn't stand what Song Mingzhe was doing. Chief Pan, you really are too generous... It's hard to refuse."
"Same here," Yin Tiger echoed with a dopey air.
Whoosh, whoosh!
By the time their words fell, each had already pocketed five hundred thousand Star Source.
Watching this, Tan Pang was overwhelmed with envy and felt some regret. Fuck, if I'd had hands that fast back in the Heavenly Palace, would I have had to watch all that Star Source burn to nothing in the Tiangong Fire?
Clearly, Mama Pan liked honest scoundrels but despised hypocrites. Seeing the two accept the money so smoothly actually added a measure of approval to her eyes.
Anything with a price wasn't expensive...
"Fulai County's ending is already plain to see, but the dust has yet to settle. With this great battle approaching, I have no desire to fight Old Song to the death." Pan Lianrong paused in thought, then shook her head with a sigh. "After all, we were husband and wife...!"
Oh, spare us. You've got a cleaver hidden under your skirt, and I've got a hammer tucked behind my waist. You call that being husband and wife?
All four of them inwardly scoffed and tore into that claim.
"Since you two dared to come into the teahouse for a talk, you must already have a plan?" Pan Lianrong looked at Ren