"Annoy us, and you'll have to pay!" the middle-aged man declared.
"Pay... money?" The elderly man clutched the corner of his clothes.
"Yes, not too much! Just 2000 Destiny Plates, and I won't hold this against you," the middle-aged man snorted.
The old man showed a pleading look in his eyes, "2000... Sir, my grandson and I are just ordinary people, we don't have that many Destiny Plates..."
"Don't have them?"
With a raised eyebrow, the middle-aged man extended his hand forward, snatched the storage ring from the old man's hand, and with a forceful pinch between his index finger and thumb, a surge of Strength burst forth.
Boom!
The storage ring exploded, and a pile of Destiny Plates fell to the ground, exactly 2000 of them.
Once a master's storage ring is crushed, the items inside will spill out.
"You said you didn't have any? Where did these Destiny Plates come from?" The middle-aged man gently grabbed with his palm, collecting the Destiny Plates into his own storage ring.