บท 253: Chapter 51 The Size of the Bowl Determines How Much Rice You Eat

Before leaving the police station, Veronica approached Wang Yunxiao and handed him a box containing a string of jet-black bone prayer beads.

"Found on the body of that monk. Do you want it?"

Veronica's face revealed a mercenary smile, "Thirty bucks for you, but if you want it blessed, forty-five."

The monk had been killed by her, so naturally, any loot from his body was hers. Wang Yunxiao had no objections to this.

Only, he didn't have the spare cash.

"I'm not a monk. What do I need this for?"

Wang Yunxiao's face remained expressionless as he declined, even though his heart was secretly aching.

"How about this then?"

Veronica then pulled out a bullet with her other hand. Although it was a small-caliber pistol round, the casing was still engraved with dense text.