The most well-funded factions in East Lake City were the martial arts schools, clans, and large corporations led by warriors.
Chen Yiming, who had been away from home for a week, didn't linger for long.
He took out the snake gallbladder that had been saved for him, and politely declined Fang Hongkun's offer to send him to his house. He carried the snake gallbladder and walked alone in the direction of the Jinghu district.
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At home, nothing much had changed from when Chen Yiming left. They had only added some cups and two new lights.
"Brother, what are you holding in your hand? It's bloody," Chen Yingying asked in surprise.
"This is food for you," Chen Yiming said with a smile.
The gallbladder of the black snake at the level of a warrior candidate was about the size of a basketball.