The Sorrow of the Weak

"Captain, since the bounty is 100 million, one leg and one arm should be 30 million spirit stones, right?"

Xu Qing retracted his gaze from the shadow and looked at the apple not far away.

A bite mark appeared on the apple that was floating in the air. It seemed that the person who bit it had paused.

"Deputy Xu, what leg? I don't understand, but the 20,000 spirit stones you owe me can't be less. After all, this time, I risked my life to cover for you!"

Xu Qing nodded and tossed a jade slip.

This was a recording of the captain coughing tenderly and showing off when he transformed into the third princess…

A few breaths later, laughter rang out.

"My dearest Junior Brother, I was just joking with you. Eh, Zhang San, why are you here too? What is being built here? Why is there a nose?"