"Oh? Bring the silver down; you say it has arrived just because you say so? I really must see if this silver is genuine." Finn Lewis spoke calmly.
"Someone, bring the silver down, let this Young Master have a look," Moore Tims said through gritted teeth, loudly commanding. Accompanying the thirty-something carriages carrying the silver, there were about three to four hundred Qing army men who had now completely sealed off the street.
Therefore, Moore Tims wasn't worried about the silver going missing; he directly ordered the Qing soldiers to move the chests down, then carry them to a spot one or two meters from the table where Finn Lewis was having his meal, placing them neatly on the ground. "Open them," Finn Lewis ordered indifferently.
