"Mr. Wang Xu, this is a small token of mine. I hope you can be generous and not hold my subordinates accountable."
Wind Ghost handed over an account card, made of pure gold, requiring at least a million Contribution Points to process.
Wang Xu smiled, knowing that Wind Ghost was trying to avert disaster by spending money. He accepted the golden card and then handed it to Ying Xing.
"Take it, consider it his apology to you," Wang Xu said.
Ying Xing took the golden card in a daze, unable to react for a moment.
Later, amidst Wind Ghost's continuous bowing and apologizing, Wang Xu left the trading hall with Ying Xing.
"Boss... what's going on?" The narrow-eyed man, even if he was dense, realized he might have provoked someone remarkable.
Wind Ghost glared at him, annoyed: "You dare speak? Do you know which battle group that Tier Five guy came from?"
