Cursing those fools who were courting death internally, he took a deep breath, "What kind of compensation does Brother Lin want?"
"For each perpetrator from Xuanhuo Empire, ten thousand Mixed Element Stones per person." Lin Su said with a bashful smile, "I think this compensation can just about heal my wounded soul."
"But their Space Rings are already in your hands." Chu Yan gritted his teeth, "Those people's Space Rings have ten thousand Mixed Element Stones each, how about that as compensation?"
"That won't do!" Lin Su's eyes widened, "That's already my war spoils, aren't you just trying to swindle me here?"
Chu Yan fell silent for a moment, cursing his bad luck, then tossed over a Space Ring, "Thirty thousand."
"Thank you, Brother Chu, I feel much better now, I forgive you. We can still be friends." Lin Su chuckled, took the Space Ring, opened his cloth bag to put it inside, and then hung the bag back at his waist.
