Johnson really wanted to cry, to have a good cry.
Coming to Wanlong Mountain was meant to earn money and fame, but now, not only did he fail to earn either, he nearly lost his life. Why was his fate so bitter?
Liu Mang seemed to have spotted a business opportunity and asked with a chuckle, "Soul Condensing Pills for one million a piece, Baihuo Pills for two hundred thousand a piece. Will you buy?"
Johnson spoke hastily, "Why have the prices doubled? Just now, didn't you say you'd give me some time to think about it, offering Soul Condensing Pills for five hundred thousand each? And the Baihuo Pills, you clearly sold them to me for one hundred thousand each before."
