Exhausted, Qian Cangyi managed to move his body. Although he successfully dodged a hit to his head, his left shoulder was hit by Tom. He opened his mouth, and his scream of pain almost turned into a mournful wail.
"You're a tough one to kill," the old fisherman sneered.
"If you don't want this, I'll throw it into the sea," Qian Cangyi lifted his right hand, holding "The Verdera Manuscript."
During the fisherman's previous attack, Qian Cangyi had managed to steal it from him.
The old fisherman frowned, his craggy, weathered cheeks creased with worry. He carefully considered Qian Cangyi's words, the latter's steadfastness making him extremely hesitant.
Could this crappy book really be worth ten gold coins?
The old fisherman's gaze landed on "The Verdera Manuscript."
