Ning Lang was dumbfounded and he stood there in disbelief: "Three, three hundred silver coins? Who? Who sold me? I'm only worth three hundred silver coins? You must be joking? Come back! The one skinny like a monkey, come back! Tell me properly!"
The manager who was already walking away stopped and turned around when he heard what he said, his face somber. He walked forwards and glared at Ning Lang gloomily: "Fatty, who are you calling a monkey?"
Ning Lang was conscious of the man's sullen face and couldn't help but be secretly startled. The man was a Foundation mid-rank cultivator and he didn't dare offend him. He calmed down and said: "If you release me, I can give you money."
The manager looked at him up and down, his face revealed contempt as he said: "Give me money? All you have left on you is fat and these rags for clothes. Where will you get the money?"
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