"Stop!"
Just as he reached the door, Song Yun's voice rang out again, startling him to a shiver.
Elder Wen, a formidable SS-ranked expert, was frightened by a young man to the point of shivering. If this were to be known, it would undoubtedly make the Hermit Realm laugh their heads off.
He turned back, with a grim face, and said to Song Yun: "What else?"
Thinking he could just walk away, it wouldn't be so easy.
Song Yun sneered inwardly, pointed at Mo Yuyao, and said seriously: "This is my girlfriend. Just now she was intimidated by Shen Bing and was severely shocked, suffering psychological trauma. Therefore, you must compensate."
Elder Wen gritted his teeth: "How much compensation?"
Song Yun remained calm and said: "Not much, twenty million."
Upon hearing twenty million, Elder Wen's face turned even uglier.
Twenty million was a small sum for the Shen Family, but Shen Bing just cursed Mo Yuyao a couple of times and now they had to pay twenty million; this was extortion.
