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Oh, the misery! All Lord Huang wants now is to pass out or die by smashing his head—it's just that he can't get up. Otherwise, he would definitely sacrifice himself to express the condemnation in his heart.
But he forgot a saying, what goes around comes around, and fast. What happened to Ye Ling just now has come back to haunt him, but in a way that makes his life worse than death.
"So, tell me, he gave 310,000—what about you? Are you still raising the price or not? If you're not, then I'll just continue."
Mo Xing grinned, giving Ye Ling a thumbs up. This guy has really set a new trend in extortion, worthy of everyone's study.
Mo Xing might be feeling great, but Lord Huang on the ground is at a loss. What to do? Better raise the price, otherwise, he's in for a beating.
"Three hundred and fifteen thousand, I raise it, I'll add an extra five thousand!"
