"Psionic Tax?"
Lu Yan then slightly narrowed his eyes as he examined Quentin in front of him, his expression carrying a hint of displeasure, an invisible pressure suddenly spreading out.
"I remember when I rented this factory, I planned for a psionic tax of thirty thousand credit points per month and reserved six months in advance, leaving this matter to you.
It's only been a month and a half, and it's overdue already. Are you trying to mess with me?"
"Thud!"
Quentin fell to his knees with a crash, his body beginning to tremble uncontrollably.
After using the Spiritual Ability Code, Quentin barely reached the Qi Cultivation Level 1, so how could he face the strong pressure approaching the Foundation Establishment Stage?
With a bitter expression, he hurriedly explained:
"Sir, I was not deceiving you!"
