The market administrator never expected that Wang Bin wouldn't even give him a chance to negotiate. Now that both of his deputies were dead, if he didn't agree, he would be next.

"Alright, alright, I agree to compensate you with five thousand Magic Cores, but I don't have that many right now. Give me some time, and I'll have someone gather them for you!" the market administrator said in terror.

"Five minutes. I'll give you only five minutes. If I don't see five thousand Magic Cores by then, you can join your subordinates in the afterlife," Wang Bin said calmly.

"Alright, I'll have them gather it right away!" The market administrator agreed and then stood up, shouting loudly to the outside, "Are you all dead? Hurry up and borrow three thousand Magic Cores for me. You have three minutes. If you can't borrow them, then steal them. In any case, if I don't see three thousand Magic Cores in my hands in three minutes, you're all doomed! Get moving, what are you waiting for?"