Su Zhenghao’s expression didn't shift. "How much do you need?" he asked.
Su Hao hesitated. "At least two hundred," he said.
“That many? What for?” Su Zhenghao was taken aback. He had well over two hundred talismans, having received nearly five hundred in bribes, but it was still a considerable sum.
Su Hao sighed, his face twisting into a bitter mask. “Brother Shi Tou, the inner disciple competition is in two months. I’m eligible to
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