Bab 1111: Slipped Away

"Oh?"

His words piqued the man's interest. He touched his chin with his free hand.

"Why don't you tell me more?"

"Well… My idea doesn't fall from a tree. How about…" The person's intention was clear.

The man understood. The boat owner was after the 100 broken demonic crystals he had.

However, if he could go to Demon Heart Island, he would be willing to spend 100 broken demonic crystals. He could obtain so much more than 100 lousy demonic crystals there.

"How much do you want?" he asked, letting go of the person's collar.

This was indeed not the time to calculate how many broken demonic crystals he had. Moreover…

He looked at the person in front of him meaningfully. How could someone like him plot against his possessions? When could anyone plot against his possessions easily?

He would make this person spit up what he had eaten in the same manner.

"Hehe, not much, not much."