"I hope you'll stop talking nonsense, do you not intend to contribute a single penny to our cooperation?" Li'ao looked at Tang Mo, seemingly trying to discern something from Tang Mo's face.
But Tang Mo's face showed nothing but calmness; no hints could be discerned. It seemed that he indeed did not plan to pay a penny for the intelligence network of the Silver Fox Tavern.
This feeling made Li'ao very uncomfortable. In reality, the assets of the Silver Fox Tavern were his pride and joy, the sum of all his hard work, and he was reluctant to let anyone belittle his creation.
It was as if you had spent months painting a picture, and in the end, someone offered to trade it for two buns and a bottle of cola...
Thus, Li'ao even felt that Tang Mo was humiliating him, which irritated him as a patron of many unemployed wanderers in Brunas.
Tang Mo also felt that if he continued to tease the old man in front of him, he might ruin the deal that lay before him.
