Since Meng Qi wasn't in disguise, it wouldn't be wise to expose his identity as a Nark. He reminded himself to maintain his image as a Young Master. Haggling over the price would just make him seem like a miser. After all, it was indeed dishonorable to destroy the livelihood of another person. With these thoughts crossing his mind, he took out the notes issued by the Ruan's family bank in Langya and laughed heartily.
"Of course I should compensate!"
His cheerful laughter echoed as he turned around, holding his saber. Inside, his heart was dripping blood.
There was no shortage of spectators who wanted to befriend him and help him pay the compensation. But they were still recovering from their shock over the fluttering flames and purple lightning and were too late to say anything. They could only watch him walk down the street until the end.
