"Yes! Yes! Even if I couldn't, I'll have to!" Xiong Tian nodded repeatedly upon hearing the demands, though his heart was bleeding. The first two were easy to deal with, just a bow, merely a matter of face. But this third one, compensating ten million in damages for emotional distress... Xiong Tian felt like cursing, wasn't it him who was frightened?
Despite his great reluctance, beneath another's roof, one must bow. What's more, he was facing An Yiqing, who had dealt with him twice already.
Before everyone in the hall, he gave Shen Long, Shen Feng, Tang Lin, and the others a perfectly respectful ninety-degree bow. Then, he reluctantly wrote out a check for ten million and handed it over to An Yiqing, his heart full of resentment.
"Hmm, that'll do for today. Sect Leader Xiong, take your time leaving. See you again if fate allows." An Yiqing took the check, her smile curving up joyously, utterly delighted.
