"After sending off Weng Ni and the other members of the Earth Tyrant Organization, Han Zhan found himself with quite a few smashed-open gold coins in his hand.
He roughly counted them and found there were a few hundred.
That amount could match the salary of the four of them for dozens of days.
Some other prisoners around them had also witnessed what just happened, and in their eyes, Han Zhan and his group's image suddenly became quite incredible.
Carrying this bag of unexpectedly lucky spoils, Han Zhan walked over to the prisoner who had one gold coin snatched from him earlier.
Ding.
A gold coin was flicked out from Han Zhan's hand, landing perfectly in the latter's grasp.
The prisoner looked up at Han Zhan in bewilderment.
"This one was taken from you by the Earth Tyrant Organization just now, so I'm returning it to you."
"This... this... I... sir..." stammered the young man.
