C104 Returning to the Flatminster

The fat man's sharp eyes narrowed into a sneer. "You might think you're useful, but I'm the one calling the shots here. This Soul Stone Milk stays, no discussion."

Many onlookers fixed their gaze on the fat man, his arrogance having already rubbed them the wrong way. Yet, what could they do? The man was a fourth-rank yellow level powerhouse; no one there could stand up to him