In the alley.
Baiyu quickly relaxed his furrowed eyebrows: "How much do you want? Is ten thousand enough?"
Over a dozen people were slightly taken aback.
The man leading the Tiger Race group spoke in a deep voice, "There are twelve of us here, is ten thousand meant to brush off a beggar?"
"Ten thousand per person."
Baiyu was very generous.
The people in front showed a slight change in their expressions.
This guy isn't playing by the rules?
A man from the Fox Race whispered in the leader's ear:
"Boss, someone who can casually throw around that much money and spend hundreds of thousands on herbs doesn't seem like an ordinary rich person."
The Tiger Race man nodded coldly, "Break his legs first, then take him back."
As soon as he finished speaking.
The group of Sub-humans picked up steel pipes and machetes from behind and advanced from both sides simultaneously, charging with a menacing aura, killing intent exposed.
"Get him!"
A dull voice echoed at the mouth of the alley.
