The moon hung high in the sky, and the bright moonlight shone through the window into the room. It couldn't give a pure aura, more of a shady chill instead.
"Three hundred and fifty million? Sorry, your reference is outdated. That was my net worth two years ago." Lance looked coldly at Zazawi, who was screaming awfully because of the bleeding, broken arm. Lance smirked, showing a hint of praise, and his eyes slowly moved to Qin Fen, who stood in front of the window, "Young man, my current net worth is seven hundred million!"
Pride filled the eyes of Lance. As the weakest among the three major generals under the terrorist king, it was kind of glorious to be wanted with the highest reward price.
In the terrorist world, the amount of reward price set by the Federation was a symbol of net worth and glory for them.
The Federation ranked almost all kinds of sports activities, such as the world's first astronomical ball and the world's first football team.