"Xuanyuan old man, are you going to hand it over or not? If you don't, you won't be leaving today."
Seeing that negotiating wasn't working, this group of old men, almost all of them at the level of vice deans, started making threats. However, the people who had come here generally had a good relationship with Xuanyuan Mingkong; otherwise, these threats would have been rather shameless.
It seemed that the wine Mu Can had brought out really attracted them, otherwise they wouldn't be speaking such bold words.
"I've already said I don't have it, and that means I don't. What do you want to do about it? If you're capable of threatening me, why don't you go create a scene over there?"
Xuanyuan Mingkong pointed towards the encampment of the Demon Clan.
Mu Can had already given him only that single barrel of fine wine, and Xuanyuan Mingkong himself had hardly enough to enjoy, so how could he be willing to share it with these old men?
