Elder Mo suppressed the anger in his heart and forced himself to remain calm. He asked through gritted teeth, "How much compensation do you want?"
Forget it. I'll just treat it as spending money to get rid of a disaster.
"Let me do a simple calculation. Apart from my medical fees, there's also my time, mental damage, human resources, and a bowl of tofu pudding. All of these add up, you know. I won't ask for too much. Just 500,000 spirit coins will do."
500,000 was not too much?
Hearing Xue Fanxin mention this and that fee, Elder Mo really wanted to tear her mouth apart. When he heard the exorbitant number, he finally couldn't help but roar, "500,000 spirit coins?! You might as well call it robbery."
500,000 spirit coins was not a small amount at all. That was his savings for several years.
