"Hold on! Two million taels, I can pay that! I will send someone to fetch it right now! But you cannot harm my son." Moore Tims gritted his teeth as he spoke. Though two million taels was a substantial amount for their family, it wouldn't break them. Moore could afford it, but even if he brought over two million taels, what then? Could he carry it away? If he didn't release the hostage, naturally, Moore wouldn't hand over the silver.
"Don't worry, I am a very reasonable person. Since your son stole my silver, it's only right that I make this clear. Rest assured, I only want my silver, not a coin more. Two million taels of silver, remember, I want cash. As for things like banknotes, sorry, this young master doesn't want them." Finn Lewis said calmly.
