บท 4842: One Battle

However, Prince Jiu did not seem to have any intention of making things difficult for Jian Wushuang. Instead, he looked at Jian Wushuang with interest.

Then, he slowly stretched out his palm. "Give me 50 pills and I'll let you go."

Jian Wushuang's eyes narrowed slightly. 50 Emperor-grade pills were nothing much to him. Even if it was 500, he could still take them out. After all, before he came, Chun Qiu had prepared nearly 1,000 elixirs with different effects in his storage ring.

Jian Wushuang could easily hand out 50 pills, but he did not intend to hand over any of them.

Based on Prince Jiu's character, it was impossible for him to let them go once they handed it over. On the contrary, he would get himself into trouble.

Hence, Jian Wushuang was ready to fight. "I don't know what pills you are talking about, so I can't give it to you."