Blackmail Him to the Very End

"You only have one Ten Thousand Poisonous Palm?"

Little North looked like a young girl who had been wronged under Happy's gaze. He nodded vigorously in a slow-witted manner. His gaze was still fixed on the high-tier martial art manual he had just handed over. He looked very reluctant and unwilling to part with it. 

"Really?" Happy looked at Little North with a face full of puzzlement. He watched Little North for a moment, then when he saw that he had decided to be stubborn and not give up on his books, he could not help but sigh. "If that's the case, I can release one of your zombies, but the other one dies."

Slap!

Another martial art manual with a black cover and a ghastly aura landed in Happy's hand. There were four startling words on the cover—Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms. It looked exactly the same as the previous book. 

The effect of the threat was very clear.