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Ding—a message arrived on the phone.
He opened it to see that it was a bank transfer notification.
Units, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten-thousands...
"One hundred thousand, one million."
There were seven digits in total!
Was this the monetary compensation from the Mo Yun Group?
Just in time, his careers as a delivery man and security guard had ended, and perhaps he could move somewhere else. He just didn't know if, after officially joining the Fierce Bird Sect, he would be required to live at the headquarters of the Fierce Bird Sect.
Closing his phone, Bai Xiao's gaze quietly shifted forward.
Brother Dong, dressed in sportswear, was continuously performing various movements.
Because of excessive physical exertion, his clothes were soaked and stained with sweat. Gasping for breath, huffing and puffing like an exhausted bull.
"Okay, stop."
Bai Xiao clapped his hands and spoke.
"Finally stopped, I'm about to die of exhaustion,"
