"How about it? Yes or no?" Seeing Wu Yong remain silent, Xiaogang couldn't figure out what he was thinking!
"Absolutely not!"
Wu Yong shrugged helplessly: "I don't need ten thousand bucks. Instead of you giving me ten thousand, I'd rather hand the recorder over to that stinky Daoist and watch you two fight to the death for the thrill!"
"Tian, who do you think is more powerful, the stinky Daoist or him?" Wu Yong asked.
"Definitely the stinky Daoist!"
Lin Tian didn't forget to give Xiaogang a friendly reminder: "For the sake of us being colleagues before, you better be mentally prepared. That stinky Daoist knows magic, and you might even lose your life over this!"
Xiaogang was already wary of Li, having witnessed his abilities firsthand. Lin Tian's words only added fuel to the fire, making him even more afraid of Li.
"Calm down, little brother, we still have room to negotiate!"
Xiaogang extended one finger again: "How about a hundred thousand?"
