"Alright, I'll be waiting." Lin Chen's lips held a smile, a look that could really anger someone to death, nearly driving the Green Giant insane.
"How much is this Phantom Spirit Grass?" the Green Giant asked the medicine vendor, his face looking livid.
The vendor's lips curled into a shrewd, faint smile, "This herb isn't expensive, six million M dollars."
"What six million, old man, you must be crazy about money, you just said it was only two million." The X Group agent who had just snatched the medicine angrily retorted.
The old man glanced at the martial artist with his muddled old eyes: "I never said two million, the medicine is clearly six million."
Although the X Group was formidable, it was clear this old man wasn't afraid of them.
The Green Giant glared icily at the old man, letting out a cold snort: "Transfer the money to him."
The X Group powerhouse grimaced, reluctantly took out a card, and begrudgingly swiped the payment.
