Zhou Qingang explained with difficulty: "With the trending price of Spirit Mist Grass at that time, who could resist! Almost every Island Guard in the Misthaven Ocean was participating in the trade."
"If I walked a different path, wouldn't it be easy for me to give myself away?"
"Who knew its price would crash so quickly..."
Then, as if realizing something, he looked suspiciously at the face on the broken stone: "Boss, you wouldn't have traded it too, did you?"
The face avoided answering and chastised: "Enough with the small talk. How much do you want?"
Zhou Qingang hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "A hundred thousand..."
"A hundred thousand?!" The face on the stone raised its voice several degrees.
"No! Funds are tight now. You guys have been undercover for so long and have no tangible results. What do I use to request funds from the higher-ups?" The face on the stone declined without hesitation.
