Yang Fei was startled, and his heart started thumping wildly in spite of himself.
"So that means, the money in this card has already gone over ten million?"
Moran smiled charmingly and corrected Yang Fei.
"Not ten million, twenty million!"
"After deducting the portion handed over to the Academy and my cut, you get a total of twenty million Gold Coins."
"Awesome, give it to me!"
Yang Fei was overjoyed at once and lunged to snatch the card from Moran's hand.
However, Moran slipped away from his grab with effortless ease.
She looked at Yang Fei with a half-smile.
"What are you in such a hurry for? Did I say I was giving it to you?"
Yang Fei froze, eyes widening as he stared at Moran.
"What do you mean? This is Fatty Master's hard-earned money."
The moment he thought of his Spiritual Fire being extracted and himself exhausted to the point of death, Yang Fei couldn't help feeling sorry for himself.
He patted his big bulging belly and glanced around in self-pity.
