"Ye Chen, hand over your spoils, and there's nothing more for you here." Someone shouted.
Ye Chen sneered coldly and said, "The bodies on the ground had the same plan as you. If you want to die, you can try!"
The crowd furrowed their brows slightly.
Ye Chen's attitude was very firm, leaving no room for negotiation.
Not far away.
The pretty boy gently shook his folding fan, with an ever-present amusing smile on his face.
"Young master, are we really not going to intervene?"
A woman behind the pretty boy asked in a low voice.
The pretty boy laughed and said, "I always feel that even if the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Great Qin Dynasty, the Great Shang Dynasty, and the Great Ming Dynasty combined, they wouldn't be as important as Ye Chen alone.
Let's see the situation later. If he can't hold on, I don't mind giving him a hand."
Another woman spoke, "But young master, our quota was contributed by the Great Qin Dynasty."
