For Wang Luqi, his son's life was paramount above all else.
Even if Wang Hao was truly saved by Li Qiao'er, he would never give up the serum.
Of course, he was also well aware that if a dispute arose, he couldn't possibly stand a chance against Fan Erhu and his cohorts with his own strength.
So after cursing out loud, he took off his backpack, pulled open the zipper, and poured its contents onto the ground.
Instantly, several bundles of cash scattered all over the place.
This was the money he had withdrawn at noon, initially intended for his mother's funeral and the repairs of her grave.
But now, he had changed its purpose.
"Fan Erhu, I know you're ruthless, but even if you're strong, you can't possibly fight against so many villagers here, right?"
Upon hearing this, Fan Erhu had a bad premonition.
