In the arena floor combat, Qin Mu was only defending; he never counterattacked.
How frustrating.
They are making profits using my talent while I am not even getting a single share?
Screw this! I'm going to throw this match!
Even as Bai Qingyan was fuming with anger, Qin Mu drifted towards her side of the fighting area while dodging.
"Cough cough"
"Supervisor Bai," Qin Mu said nonchalantly, "I think you should go and ask how much he definitely wants me to share in his gains after all he has gotten so much?"
What?
Bai Qingyan was taken aback, her eyes widening in shock. "You! What do you mean exactly?"
Qin Mu froze, countering the Flying Blades with effortless flicks of his wrist while squatting down to chat with her. He shrugged.
"My meaning is very clear."
"The White Sword Sect certainly made a very big bet. If they won without giving me a share, is it really right," Qin Mu said.
Pfft
Just to negotiate a cut in the business he came here in the middle of a death match?
