"Ah, one hundred million?"

Seeing this, Liu's mother was startled: "This...this...this...this..." She was at a loss and knew what to do.

Ye Fan took the check and smiled faintly: "Mr. Sun is kind. Thank you Mr. Murong for his kindness, but 100 million is too expensive."

"I can't afford to be rich and noble, nor can the Liu family."

He handed the check back to Sun Xiucai: "And we don't lack money now, we only need human heads to sacrifice."

"Mr. Ye is worthy of being the young master of the Martial Alliance, a nine thousand-year-old celebrity."

Instead of receiving the checks of 100 million, Sun Xiucai let out a hearty laugh: "It's not only rich but also extraordinary courage. No wonder West China was upside down in less than a week."

"Ouyang and Nangong's two major families were seriously damaged. The three-regardless areas changed ownership and Yinxian Villa was destroyed..." "Young Master Ye was the first outsider to enter West China in decades, forcing two people to sleep."

"This one hundred million is considered a silk gold, and it can also be regarded as a meeting gift."

"Mr. Murong never goes back, doesn't eat food in a different way, and doesn't take any regret medicine."

"So he will not collect the check he wrote."

Sun Xiucai patted Ye Fan on the shoulder enthusiastically: "Young Master Ye and the Liu family will accept it."

Ye Fan held the check and smiled: "Mr. Sun is here to be a lobbyist today?"

"No, be an ally."
Chapter completed!