Wu Yong appeared indifferent on the surface, but his mind was blown: "Whoa, I just said it casually, and didn't expect this old guy to be so rich. A million, just like that, he gives it away!"
"Tian, what do you mean?" Wu Yong pretended to be calm, but his heart was trembling. What if Lin Tian refused?
"A million?" To be honest, whether to tie up Li Daoist didn't matter much to Lin Tian. Tying him up was more about preventing him from helping Xiaogang, which could complicate things.
But after Li Daoist endured three hits of the thousand-year kill, paired with Wu Yong's bragging, if Li Daoist really wanted to cause trouble, he'd have to think twice.
Thinking of this, Lin Tian nodded without any expression: "Okay!"
