"Eagle fighting?" Yang Ruxin frowned, "From the black market?"
"Well, not exactly the black market, but a kind of game anyway... but..." Hao the Fatty chuckled, "if you win, there's silver to be had... Ruxin, if Xiaohei wins and we get the money, how about we split it seventy-thirty? I'll take thirty..."
Yang Ruxin raised her eyebrows slightly.
"How about twenty-eighty then? You get eighty, okay?" Hao the Fatty hastily upped his own cut, "Or I could just take ten percent, Ruxin, would that be okay?"
But Yang Ruxin just laughed, stepped forward, and patted his shoulder, "Hehe... Sister isn't short of cash, so, no deal." Then she turned and got on her carriage.
Xiaohei just cooed twice, then whoosh, soared into the sky; if Xinxin disagreed, there was nothing he could do, helpless in the matter.
"Ruxin..." Hao the Fatty hurriedly tried to pull Yang Ruxin back, but suddenly saw a treasure sword appear just above his wrist and quickly retracted his hand.