Shujun's eyes flashed, then with a swift step, she rushed towards the young man furiously kicking the Money Shop's door.
"Young Master, do you have any life fruit on you?"
Huh? The young man's eyes lit up immediately, and he said, "Yes, yes, yes! Ten times compensation if fake, no deception!"
Shujun stifled a laugh, just about to speak again, but suddenly—!
"Huh?? What are you doing? Why are you robbing??"
The young man was scared stiff by Shujun, not because of anything else but because Shujun suddenly grabbed his wrist and was staring at him intensely? No, not at him, but at the silver note in his hand?
"Brother, master, come quickly!"
Shujun called back, then pried open the young man's hand. He held this half-old, crumpled silver note, staring intently at the bottom right corner of the note.
Dong Huiying, seeing that Shujun looked unusual, hurriedly walked over, and the others followed suit.
