Elder Lin chuckled, "You gave up what you didn't want, kid, you can't blame me for this!"
"No way, I want it now, give me three million quickly!" Lin Mu felt he shouldn't fall for the old man's tricks. After all, Lin Mu's IQ was in the triple digits, and he'd never lost a mind game to any opponent, except for this old man. Whenever Lin Mu sparred with him, he always lost. Truly, the older the ginger, the spicier it is!
"Not happening. I offered you more earlier, but you didn't want it. You can't blame me now. If you dare whine again, don't blame me if I fly over and beat you up." Elder Lin threatened.
"Damn, an old fox indeed..."
"Enough nonsense. You did well this time; I'm very pleased." Elder Lin chuckled and said, sounding in a good mood.
"Damn, that's considered good? The second-in-command of the Iron Blood Corps, along with a bunch of elites, got blown to bits by me." Lin Mu said.
