"You can check it, there are two hundred thousand US Dollars inside, not a single cent missing."
The burly leader spoke indifferently, as if these two hundred thousand US Dollars were a mere trifle to him, completely beneath his notice.
"No need."
Yang Yan waved his hand:
"I suppose people from the Hidden Sect wouldn't deceive others over money matters. However, perhaps this two hundred thousand isn't enough."
"You... who exactly are you?"
Upon hearing Yang Yan reveal their origin in one breath, the leader asked warily.
"Don't get excited, don't get excited! I think you'd better listen to what I have to say next!"
"As for other matters, don't worry about them for now. After all, human lives are at stake!"
As soon as Yang Yan's voice fell, a scream suddenly erupted from behind the leading man.
With a thud, someone directly fell to the ground, clutching his chest, moaning and rolling in pain, sweat pouring like rain.
