Lin Feng gave a faint smile and looked at Hua Gang, "How many Gold Pearls are you carrying?"
Hua Gang's gaze shifted from the old pharmacist back to Lin Feng. Upon hearing the question, he answered without a second thought, "A thousand Gold Pearls, why?"
As he said this, he even showed a smug and self-satisfied expression; after all, a thousand Gold Pearls was not a small fortune. This time, as the Hua Family's top genius, the clan surely gave him a hefty reward.
"Just right, hand them all over to me."
Lin Feng spoke indifferently, as if what he was asking for was something very ordinary and natural.
Hua Gang suddenly looked at Lin Feng as if he had seen a ghost, "Lin Feng, have you lost your mind? Asking me for money? Kid, you should be crying tears of gratitude that I haven't asked you for money, yet you dare to ask me? Don't you know I now possess the strength of a Martial Apprentice at the Eighth Layer?"
