Feng Ruqing's eyes moved slowly toward the storage pouch in Tang Yin's hand.
Her lips suddenly curled up.
"Well, depending on your rent, I could consider."
Everything could be discussed for a price.
But only for consideration.
"Haha."
Blood was still spewing from the middle-aged man's mouth. The pale face of the man appeared to be drained of blood. His deep, low-voiced laughter echoed throughout the eerie forest.
"I have just informed the other members of the Fengyun clan. They will be here very soon. When they arrive, all of you don't even think about escaping, hahaha!"
Even in death, he will not let them off easily!
Feng Ruqing squinted. She smiled sinisterly as she looked at the middle-aged man. "So the Fengyuns used trash like you to test the water and then send in their best afterward? Tsk tsk, looks like the Fengyuns have a shitty way of doing things."
