Jiang Mingzhong knew he had no choice but to take it out now; rather than being forced to lose face, it was better to use Zhou Rentong's offer as a way out.
Jiang Mingzhong nodded expressionlessly, "Let's consider it as giving Brother Zhou a face."
As he spoke, he held the talisman medium in his hand.
Qiu Liang stared at the talisman medium, reaching out to take it, but Jiang Mingzhong swiftly pulled his hand back, frowning at him.
Qiu Liang was taken aback, his expression not looking good and a bit awkward, he scoffed, "How can we verify it's my friend's without taking a closer look? It certainly looks very familiar."
"Where's this friend of yours?" Jiang Mingzhong sneered.
Qiu Liang raised his eyebrows, "If my friend comes, will you agree to return the talisman medium to him?" He tried to divert the topic.
Zhou Rentong couldn't stand Qiu Liang's behavior, "How can you be sure this talisman medium is your friend's? We can't just take your word for it."
