Shangguan Wulei said, "It has nothing to do with the Feng Family. They won't admit that such a person is a member of their family."
Feng Tianlin sneered, "A bunch of idiots, you know nothing!"
"I just asked Uncle Dong specially. This is the meat of a 13th-level Thundercloud Leopard. Such a big plate of it sells for tens of thousands of union coins outside!"
"This is the meat of a 14th-level Golden Scaled Mink, 18,000 per kilogram!"
"What's going on with you guys? I don't believe you can have more money in your bank accounts than me... All of you asked Chen Fan to cultivate Guardian Beasts and now owe a lot of money, right?"
"Are you all worried about money now?"
"What's the point of showing off in front of me?"
"Eat your own, don't fucking bother me!"
As he spoke, Feng Tianlin dumped a whole plate of five-colored beef from Shangguan Canglong in front of him into his own plastic bag.
Jiang Yuanfan frowned, "That's too much... Do you have any more plastic bags?"