The Yalai man was Malik, the very same one Ye Xiu had beaten at the elevator entrance of the Moon Luan Hotel the day before. However, since Ye Xiu was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, and had disguised his voice, Malik didn't recognize him.
"Don't get all the questions right. A perfect score will arouse suspicion, so just score 50 points," Malik reminded him.
"Why?" Ye Xiu asked.
"Are you a pig? Can't you understand such simple logic?" Malik said with disdain. "I'm not a Xuanse native. If my score is too high, it will raise doubts. Huang Quan said the passing mark is 60 points, and for every point below that, there's a fine of 10,000. I have to get fined a bit so Huang Quan won't suspect I hired a Gunner."
Ye Xiu was stunned. I only told the Eight Great National Protector War Gods to sell the test papers to the tens of thousands of Martial Artists for 100 Xuanse Currency each. How did they end up altering my imperial edict? Still, this is a great way to get rich!
