"Leave it to me?" Mi Lan was a bit taken aback by what he heard.
Qiuhua nodded hard. Mi Lan suddenly realized the problem—he never expected that even a wonton seller wouldn't be spared; this truly was a textbook example of a goose flying away without leaving a single feather behind.
Mi Lan had someone go call Zhang Hang over, but he couldn't help wondering: without relying on "protection money," how could their massive daily expenses be met? Asking the higher-ups was out of the question. If the higher-ups could give them funds, they would prioritize the Heaven and Earth Squads. Every year, the compensation paid out to the families of members of the Heaven and Earth Squads who died at the hands of demonic beasts and Evil Cultivators was a huge sum, and Mi Lan couldn't bring himself to compete with them for money.
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