That great battle had cost only four hundred and a few ten thousand Gold Coins.
Suddenly, Yan Mo said, "Mother, Suo Lun is already dead!"
"No, he is not dead," Yanchuo'er replied. "It's not just me, others also feel that Suo Lun is not dead."
"That's just your wishful thinking," Yan Mo said. "Suo Lun's skull has been toyed with by Zhi Li for half a month, and now it's being made into a chamber pot."
Instantly, Yanchuo'er's beautiful face twitched, and then without explaining, she directly asked, "A Rock Pirate Fleet of ten thousand ships, will you lend it to me?"
Yan Mo shook his head.
Yanchuo'er said, "Is our price not high enough?"
"No, it's an astronomical sum, enough to buy several ten-thousand-strong fleets," Yan Mo said. "But... I cannot stand on the side of the losers."
This statement immediately sent a chill through Yanchuo'er's heart.
Cannot stand on the side of the losers!
Yan Mo was always so calm and rational.
