The two hundred thousand they deserved

Under Lin Xin's tearful accusations, Lin Chen's brows knitted tightly together. "Grandpa, you have to stand up for us." Lin Xin wiped the already dry corners of his eyes and said, "Never mind that the Mission Tower's negligence put our two newly formed Demon Hunt Squads in danger—they even tried to fob us off with a measly twenty thousand contribution points afterward. The actual difficulty of the mission we accepted there was King Rank..." "All right, all right, stop playing the victim." Lin Chen waved a hand, looking pained. He had initially been indignant too, but after noticing how Lin Xin kept casually mentioning a King-Rank Demon Hunt Squad mission, twenty thousand contribution points, and two hundred thousand contribution points, he quickly realized what his grandson was after. "I'll negotiate with the Mission Tower on your behalf," Lin Chen said with a sigh. "But whether you can get those two hundred thousand contribution points will depend on how thoroughly you completed the mission. That's no small sum, after all." "Still, the Mission Tower was definitely in the wrong here. I'll do my best to secure more compensation for you." Rubbing the space between his brows helplessly, Lin Chen said, "Tell me, did your first mission away from home go smoothly? How did you perform in the squad... and how capable is Yue Chen?" he asked curiously. ... "Grandma, you have to stand up for us!" Chen Ying'er had thrown herself into the arms of San Shui, the Soul Temple's Deputy Temple Master, and was speaking with tears swimming in her eyes. "Is this how those damned bastards do their jobs? Letting a General Rank Demon Hunt Squad accept a mission meant for a King-Rank Demon Hunt Squad—how is that any different from murder?" After hearing Chen Ying'er's accusations, San Shui's