The slanted sunlight streamed through the window lattice into the dim and silent hall.
Zhou Chen sat behind a rosewood desk, resting his chin in one hand while holding a dossier in the other, lazily skimming through it with drooping eyelids, exuding an air of indolence.
The dossier in his hand contained information sent from the neighboring Nanlong Continent.
The leader over there hoped their Xize State could, at its discretion, dispatch some silver taels or assign some personnel to assist them.
When he first received such a letter, it was not something he took lightly.
After all, the situation described in the dossier was extremely urgent, and without reinforcements, the overall plan might fail.
But after he prepared the personnel and resources and rushed overnight to report to Mr. Mu, he received a simple seven-word reply.
No money, no men, get lost.
Upon inquiring, Zhou Chen discovered that the request for aid was full of elaborate deceptions.
