He Chen looked at him wordlessly, his face set as he crushed the cigarette butt on the ground, "Fuck, even if I begged you, I wouldn't just give you two hundred million for nothing. You, the Overlord of the South Sea, short on cash?"
"Not short, but the more the better," the man raised an eyebrow, a faint smile covering his handsome face.
He Chen: "..."
If Qiu Huan and Ou Bai and others were here, they would probably be surprised by Shang Yu's attitude towards He Chen.
As brothers, Shang Yu was mostly indifferent and composed in their presence, like a taut bow, calm and self-contained, sparing with words.
But in front of He Chen, it was as if Shang Yu had let down all his defenses, relaxed and a bit more lively.
Because even Qiu Huan, who had a deep friendship with him, didn't know that in the vast South Sea City, the two people Shang Yu trusted unconditionally were Li Qiao and He Chen.
