Qian Shenghua lay in the car, his face full of anger as he said, "Father, those buildings were clearly destroyed by them, and they're worthless. Why did you give them a hundred thousand Magic Cores?"

Qian Sihai saw that his youngest son still hadn't come to his senses at this point and angrily raised his hand, almost ready to strike him, but seeing his injuries, he held back.

"Ah Hua, those hundred thousand Magic Cores were to buy your life. Do you think if we gave less, they would have let us leave so easily?"

"Hmph, if it wasn't for them ganging up on me, how could I be in such a sorry state? If it were a fair fight, none of them would be my match!"