"Brother-in-law! That's a hundred thousand silver! If we had that kind of money, why would we even bother hunting Black Beasts? We could move straight to the Inner City and live it up every day! Life would be amazing! And my nephew's strange illness—with this money, you could go to Cangzhou and find a famous doctor. Maybe he could be cured!" Hu Biao said urgently.
Wang Jin said, full of disappointment, "Biaozi, what are you dreaming about? Let's not even talk about whether it's right or wrong. Who is Tuoba Lie? The Bandit Leader! His adopted son was about to capture us! Has greed blinded you? Do you really think you'd live to spend that hundred thousand silver?"
"We could hire a Force Integration Artist to be the middleman. Worst case, we give him half the silver, and we'd still have fifty thousand left," Hu Biao argued.
