Everything went just as Ma San expected—Feilong was just putting on a show, all to squeeze more money out of him.
Figures. A lowlife like that couldn't possibly care about so-called loyalty or patriotism. For the right price, he'd screw over his own family without blinking.
So when Ma San agreed to double the price for the goods compared to last time, Feilong grinned and had Zhang Lie unlock the board locks on Ma San.
"Big Brother Feilong, can I get my storage bag back now?"
"Oh, that? Haha, let me check for you." Feilong looked like he was disappointed he didn't get to pocket it, then ordered someone to bring over a plain-looking storage bag.
Ma San didn't bother questioning Feilong about the refined traces on his storage bag's array. At least it had been returned fast enough, and it hadn't been opened. He took out a healing elixir from it, swallowed it, and finally the pain in his lungs eased.
