"Then you might as well kill me."
If you want all my assets, there's no way.
Who is Qin Yi? He's the kind of person that even the wind leaves behind a sound and geese lose a feather; even an iron rooster would leave a layer of rust.
All that money was earned through his hard work of... no, I mean, earned honestly.
Yun Mengyao glared at him, scornfully said:
"Who was it just now that said a gentleman's word is as reliable as a team of four horses?"
"The mighty Blood Shura, Qin Yi, who is renowned across the north and south regions, speaks as though it's flatulence."
"Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by heroes all over the world if this spreads?"
Qin Yi was completely indifferent, speaking righteously:
"How much is reputation worth? Whether they regard me as a Savior or paint me as a merciless Demon King, I don't care."
"As for being a gentleman, the people of the Sword Sect claim to be gentlemen. I won't fight them for such a refined title."
