Yan Feijie, who had been prepared to haggle with Lin Xinghai, now had no desire to open his mouth.
This was no longer a negotiation. It was outright extortion, with terms they could never possibly meet.
Lin Xinghai waited for a moment. When Yan Feijie didn't respond, his gaze instead fell upon the end of the street, where a horde of zombies was madly rushing toward them.
The zombie horde was only a kilometer away.
However, seeing that they didn't even intend to haggle, Lin Xinghai cleared his throat and promptly lowered his demands.
"Ahem! Asking all of you to hand over your Credit Points is indeed a bit much, especially since not everyone will be able to get into East Sea Academy."
"So, how about this? Anyone who gets into East Sea Academy as a Third Class Student gives me 100 Credit Points. Second Class Students give me 200, and First Class Students give me 300. As for any Special Class Students, you'll owe me 1,000 Credit Points."
