Chen Hai could roughly guess what was going on inside the young broker Zhang Jin's mind without much thought.
With a flip of his hand, he casually pulled out dozens of Spirit Coins and stuffed them into Zhang Jin's hand.
"This is a reward for you," Chen Hai promised offhandedly. "Once we get to Zhuang Mansion, as long as there aren't any major issues with the house, I'll definitely buy it. At that time, I'll have a hefty reward for you!"
Those who had died at his hands all possessed remarkable strength.
From any one of them, a single Storage Bag could be randomly searched, and the Spirit Coins stored inside would at the very least be counted in units of a hundred thousand.
To Zhang Jin, a mere few dozen Spirit Coins may seem like a considerable amount, but to Chen Hai, it was nothing more than some loose change that might slip through the cracks between his fingers.
"No problem," Zhang Jin said. "Just follow me directly."
