C89 The Sky Was Falling!

"Ten million!"

Fatty Mo nearly passed out, his finger shaking as he pointed at Xu Ming and said in a low voice, "You really have the nerve to ask for that much!"

"Why shouldn't I?"

Xu Ming rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, "Young Master Mo, Mo Tiancheng, I know exactly who he is. He can drop 80,000 gold coins at the Ten Thousand Flower Pavilion without batting an eye