"Boss, boss, this is the Jade Spirit!" he shivered as he scrambled to his feet and knelt cautiously on the cold marble, trembling as he spoke.
"Nonsense! Jade Spirit? This is some damn Jade Spirit! There's not an ounce of energy here, what Jade Spirit are you talking about!" The dark figure on the sofa erupted in an even more furious bellow, "You wasted twenty-five billion of my money and you bought me back a piece of junk! This is just a stone that has lost its energy! What kind of treasure is this! Rubbish treasure!"
As the mysterious person raged, a dark shadow flew across the room, and Wang Jianwen, who had been careful to kneel on the floor, let out a heart-wrenching scream.
In the faint glow of the electronic equipment, one could see a baby's fist-sized wound on Wang Jianwen's forehead, from which blood was currently gushing profusely!
