After taking the checkbook, Murong Baiyun picked up a pen, and swiftly wrote out a check for ten billion, tearing it off with a cool demeanor.
"This is twenty billion RMB, my way of apologizing to a friend!" Murong Baiyun said with a smile.
As he spoke, he handed over two ten-billion checks.
"Are you trying to insult me?" Zhang Xiaohao asked coldly.
With a stomping step, a robust murderous aura burst forth from within him, crazily suppressing everything towards him.
Scooting backward...
Murong Baiyun retreated three steps in succession before he finally stopped.
This was after Zhang Xiaohao quickly reined in his aura; otherwise, with Murong Baiyun's meager cultivation, under Zhang Xiaohao's domineering suppression, he would have followed in the footsteps of the white-haired elder from before, kneeling on the ground and singing "Conquest."
"Haha, my hand shook just now, and I accidentally left out a zero," Murong Baiyun chuckled dryly.
