At dawn, Ding Jiaqi and Qu Xiaoqing arrived at the horse farm.
First, a deep hug. Ding Jiaqi repeatedly apologized, "I'm sorry, Brother Zhang, I didn't realize that so much silver piled up together was risky."
"Not that much, only 9 tons."
"9 tons?"
Ding Jiaqi looked surprised. Wasn't 21 tons?
“That’s right,” Zhang Jing said confidently, “I used the rest.”
“Anyway, I’m glad you’re alright!” Ding Jiaqi hugged Zhang Jing again.
“I checked online on my way here. Whitefish Town only has five police officers, including the sheriff and clerk,” Qu Xiaoqing reminded him, arms crossed, “Since you have money, why not move to a safer area closer to Seattle?”
Ding Jiaqi was tempted.
Zhang Jing shook his head. He only had one goal now: to make money to upgrade his Mithril Vault.
During their
