"Five hundred thousand taels?" Qin He looked at Xie Zhang, his tone filled with resentment.

Suddenly, Qin He's body stiffened as a chilling aura locked onto him, making it clear that any resistance would result in instant death.

"Five hundred thousand is acceptable, consider it an apology for offending your establishment!" A Qin Family elder, sensing the situation was dire, immediately stepped forward to agree.

Qin He felt a weight lift off his shoulders and slumped into his chair, his back already drenched in sweat.