Quan Pu dared to take this order largely because of Lu Luo—the kind of intuitive and overwhelming power that Lu Luo projected, decisive and with terrifying potential.
In Quan Pu's mind, a man like Lu Luo was definitely not the type to be a big fish in a small pond.
Just from his disdain for playing the campus bully in the college dormitories, it was clear that Lu Luo, seemingly easy-going, was in fact extremely arrogant.
Quan Pu took out his flask and guzzled a few mouthfuls of liquor before returning Lu Luo's call.
"Brother Luo, I'll take this deal. Just name your price."
"I don't need anything else. Fifty-two small red vials, discounted to 310,000 for you. Cash on delivery, today. The location is the school's potion lab."
"So urgent?" Quan Pu's face was starting to sweat a bit more.
"If it wasn't urgent, I wouldn't go through your channels. Just tell me, can you do it or not?"
Quan Pu's heart struggled once again, and while hesitating, he poured himself another drink.
