"Mercy!"
The instructor shouted angrily.
Feng Yin, with a face full of wrongful accusations, said, "Actions speak louder than words, instructor. As you can see, I only held back fewer than a hundred fire essences, merely to keep them as a memento. This thing is incompatible with my training, so I decided to save the effort of bending down to pick them up… If you still don't believe me, you can search all you want, and if you can find even a single one… You absolutely won't be able to, because I don't have any more on me."
Feng Yin tentatively asked, "How about... I turn in the seventy or eighty I kept as mementos, too?"
"Get lost! And take your cheating tricks with you!"
The instructor blurted out an angry abuse.
You fucking shameless crook!
"I honestly don't have any more!"
Feng Yin insisted.
"You... You…"
The instructor pointed at Feng Yin's forehead, making him stagger with each poke.
In the end, he helplessly said, "Fine, that will suffice."
