Two black-robed figures exchanged a glance and, wary of the coin in Lin Hai's hand as if reaching some unspoken agreement, didn't utter a word. With a forceful push from their legs against the ground, they leapt into the trees and swiftly made their escape.
"Little friend, you really possess both wisdom and bravery. What kind of high-tech device is that in your hand?" the old man asked curiously.
"Oh, this? It's just a coin, I save them for taking the bus or for buying milk tea. The girl who sells the milk tea has a pretty good figure," Lin Hai said, blinking his eyes.
That micro bomb from before was worth over a million US Dollars each, and Lin Hai had only a dozen to his name, usually carrying just one on him disguised as a coin. Now, indeed, he had a handful of coins in his hand solely for bluffing.
As the King of Soldiers, how could Lin Hai not have some trump cards and tricks up his sleeve?
"Ah?" The old man's impressed expression froze.
