Little Fatty squawked, just a step away from fainting. He trembled harder, his flabby flesh quivering as well.

"This – uh… He… He's my idol… I – I…"

Yun Yang pondered.

A Supreme Saint Master? The exhibition Dong Qitian showed was indeed one of Supreme Saint's level, but Yun Yang had the feeling that he was not as simple as he looked.

…

"Come with me."

Yun Yang hauled Little Fatty, who was still dazed, to the Residence of Nine Supremes' warehouse.

Qian Duoduo was still in a trance, mumbling, "Oh my god… Happiness came out of nowhere… Oh, the Residence of Nine Supremes really has a limitless future… Sob… Boss, you're simply marvelous!"

"Shush," said Yun Yang, "I'm giving you another sum of money. Hurry up and recruit more talented individuals ."

"Money?" Little Fatty shuddered once he heard the word, snapping back out of his trance and threw anything about his idol and Supreme Saint to the back of his head. His eyes glittered.

"Where's the money? How much?"

Yun Yang did not re