448 A slut can naturally pester vilely (1/2)

He didn’t stop there. After spitting, that old na'vi still glanced at Sheyan with a gratified expression; What can you do to me? Chase me away?! This brother wouldn’t wish for anything else.

Facing Old Mourbo’s provocation, Sheyan peacefully replied.

“Since that’s the case, I have nothing else left to say.”

After speaking, he proceeded to toss everything in front of old Mourbo; the pandora ‘Soul crystals’ he acquired from him, the ‘Na'vi secret medicine’ and various other goods. It was like throwing away a huge pile of garbage. Old Mourbo was pleased beyond expectations as he witnessed these precious treasures being carelessly dumped before him. Still he ached for these treasures treated like garbage, and until he finally stored everything, he sneered mockingly.

“It is wonderful that you don’t want it.”

Yet at this moment, Sheyan had already retreated into his legion of zerglings, and ordered the vast mass of zerglings to charge towards the east. Old Mourbo was perplexed by this, but a sudden unfathomable fear had sprung up within him. He was suddenly enlightened about something, and hurriedly shouted over.

“Oi! The Mosake clan is clearly at the west, why are you heading towards the east?”

By this time, Brother Black who was standing guard by his side smirked in response.

“Heading to demand repayment.”

Old Mourbo replied in astoundment.

“What repayment?”

Brother black produced a toothpick as he lazily scraped against the gaps between his tooth.

“Didn’t boss return everything you gave to him?”

Old Mourbo suddenly felt like those gems in his bosom had become like scorching charcoals; as though his skin had been burnt as he nodded while feeling numb.

Brother Black then unfolded his hands and bluntly declared.

“Then that is settled. Since we’ve terminated our agreement, boss obviously needs to reclaim the investment he had made in the Takji clan. Of course, this doesn’t only include those Mosake clan captives you know.”

“Right!” Completely from nowhere, Jinkuang suddenly hopped out from behind Mogensha. Within his hand was a shabby old fashioned calculator, as his fingers rattled nimbly against its buttons.

“A total of 179 captives, 84 tons of beast meat, 117 leather, 62 tubes of alcohol, 8 plastic bags, 2 toothbrushes. Of course, not forgetting psychological damages, the loss of youth, child support payment, individual tax, interest and so on. Counting with compounded 8-14 returns, this is indeed rather complicated.”

The facial muscles of Old Mourbo twitched incessantly, as he couldn’t resist the impulse to roar furiously.

“How the hell is it so much?”

Mogensha batted a look at him, and coldly refuted.

“Honorable Tsahik, that is truly how much you owe us. Oh right, Mr Jinkuang, you forgot to count in another thing.”

Jinkuang was startled, and released a piercing squawk.

“How is that possible? How can it be that I’ve shortchanged on something!! To me, it is impossible for such a far-fetched and novice mistake to occur!”

Mogensha glanced towards Old Mourbo with malicious intent.

“Before this old thing encountered us, his son was a good-for-nothing crippled! Thus, there is still 2 legs!”

Jinkuang cusped his face as he released an exaggerated yell.

“My friend, how can we possibly reclaim legs that already grows on the body?”

Mogensha suggested aloofly.