47 Chicken Soup for the Soul

"Junior Brother Huang, you're here too?" Zhang Long greeted Huang Fugui as he walked into the room.

"Senior Brother Zhang, what brings you here?" Lin Fan asked.

"I have submitted the mission and am here to pass Junior Brother the rewards." Zhang Long smiled. He saw the cart of scrap iron on the floor and turned to Lin Fan, confused. "What's that?"

"Gifts to Junior Brother Lin." Huang Fugui laughed.

Zhang Long couldn't understand why Lin Fan would need such a thing, but it wasn't his problem anyway. He took out the rewards from his pocket and gave them to Lin Fan.

The group was grateful for Lin Fan's contribution during the mission, as without him, they would have died there.

"Senior Brother, are you sure there are so many rewards?" Lin Fan took a quick look. There's thirty thousand YBH here, and a bottle of mortal high-class pills. Do they reward this much?

Did they give me their shares too?