"Kid, can you actually defeat me with thunder? If so, I'll give you a chance."
Qiluoyanfu sneered, "If you can't defeat me, then the title of Thunder God naturally belongs to me."
"I don't want to argue with you. Now, you can apologize and compensate for my losses."
Zhang Bin said coldly.
"An apology is impossible," Qiluoyanfu said, "but compensating you with a laptop, that can be done."
With that, a wad of cash appeared in his hand, and he tossed it over casually.
Zhang Bin caught it and said with a cold smile, "My laptop is anything but ordinary; it can't be compensated with just one thousand bucks."
"Whoa there, kid, are you trying to scam our Snow Mountain Sect?"
A murderous chill erupted from Qiluoyanfu.
"I'm just speaking the truth," Zhang Bin said, "My laptop is invaluable because it contains a lot of precious data and mystical cultivation techniques."
"Hehe... so what do you want me to do about it?" Qiluoyanfu chuckled sinisterly.
