"That's all of it, there's nothing left, really, not a thing."
Kou Zhong helplessly handed over the package that he had already packed and hidden to Jiang Dali, sighing and lamenting.
This time, as one of the Shuanglong, he truly ended up working for free.
He had initially thought of skimming some off the top, but now he had to cough it all up.
Even the secret martial arts manual, he only managed to memorize some diagrams.
As for the large amount of text annotated in the manual, having never learned to read since childhood and not recognizing a single character, it was indeed a pity that he couldn't memorize it, even when he got his hands on the manual.
Jiang Dali, seeing Kou Zhong's frustrated expression, knew what the other was thinking. He chuckled lightly as he opened the package, feeling somewhat smug.
Simpletons like Shuanglong were indeed rare.
Especially Kou Zhong.
