Yao Tianhai has never been overly cautious, but after being ambushed several times, he has become even more cautious.
What other tricks does this person in front of him have up their sleeve? Could they really be modern-day Taoist priests?
Yao Tianhai couldn't help but entertain the possibility. After all, if inter-industry banks can exist in this world, then the existence of Taoist priests who can wield magic isn't out of the question.
"Why should I believe you? I am already in an invincible position, so why should I take risks?"
The pain of death surfaced in Yao Tianhai's mind; he couldn't forget that feeling of utter desperation.
If it weren't for the multi-functional black card, he wouldn't have been able to survive.
Or, to put it another way, money is just too useful.
Qian Cangyi's eyes hardened, showing no weakness, then he extended his right hand, his index finger pointing up to the ceiling, and answered:
"Time is money, but money can't be converted into time."