Looking at the Iron Blood Young Master, a wicked smile played on Lin Yun's face. "Since you have such refined tastes, Iron Blood Young Master, it would be rude of me to refuse. However... I am a wanted man. I don't exactly have any valuables to offer as a wager."
Hearing this, the Iron Blood Young Master and the Blood Refining Young Master were clearly not expecting Lin Yun to be so agreeable. They were both startled for a moment, but the Blood Refining Young Master quickly followed up with a sneer.
"Lin Yun, if you don't have any valuables, then just use your inheritance as the wager," the Blood Refining Young Master blurted out. The moment he said it, the Iron Blood Young Master shot him a fierce glare before turning back to Lin Yun with a wry smile.
"Please don't mind him, Young Master Yun. The Blood Refining Young Master was just spouting nonsense."
