The fatty, who was carrying Ye Qiu's clone, was full of smiles. It was as if he could already see the 500,000 reward waving at him.
"Hehe, five hundred thousand? I'll also have two hundred and fifty thousand. How many years will it take to finish spending it? I'm rich, I'm rich. I didn't do anything but earn 250,000 for nothing. This is much more than digging up someone's ancestral grave."
Feeling delighted, Fatty walked onto the path of receiving the reward. He wondered where this kid came from. He had extraordinary strength and a playful personality. Or rather, he was a person who wished for the world to be in chaos.
Everything he did was no less crazy than Ye Qiu.
Compared to the incident of Ye Qiu slapping Feng Lingyue, he was much more ruthless in digging up someone's ancestral grave in front of others. Otherwise, he would not have been chased down by so many people as soon as he entered the lair.