Chapter 1962 (2/2)

With that, Longbotto the hall blatantly

Following suit, the first thing Du Wei saas a handso behind a desk in the uy had a docuht

Other than this, there is also three other guys in the room, clearly people fro The tallest aant, he held onto the cutlass in one hand with the table cut in two before him

Full of untamed air, all three of theh as they intiaze

The overnor Bohan Even in the face of this unruly bunch, he re a blade at him

Obviously before Longbottootiation had broken down and the other side had pulled out their weapon for intimidation

But with Longbotto went up in sovernor Bohan’s face immediately went dark: “Who are you!”

Du Wei took two steps forward: “Lord Governor, it sure wasn;t easy to get an audience with your Excellency I am Du Wei, Rudolph”

Bohan eyebrows pricked slightly and his eyes gleamed with a hint of surprise

All the while, Longbotto the blade: “Which tribe are you from?”

The unruly native was just about to let out another tantruressive stance suddenly broke apart Like seeing a ghost, he drops his blade to ground and stuttered his next words: “You-you-you…… Mossad! Mossad is back! ”

The two behind the guy looked older in age, but when they had a closer look at Longbotto

Longbottonize me!”

Forced by his eyes, the insolent man involuntarily took a step back: “Lord Mossad…… I-I-I’m from the Bithron tribe… I……”

Not letting hibottoround with a kick to the stoain and nipped the guy on the neck and tossed hirown burly man was tossed out into the yard with ease

“Just ere you guys doing here? daot bottoaze

One of the so hard that he can barely stand The one that could still speak quickly jumped in to explain: “Lord Mossad… We-ouldn’t dare It’s just- just…”

“What ass?! If you can’t talk then cut off your tongue and go back to find souy went numb like his partner, his words became smoother: “No, no… Respected Mossad, we are not convinced! The Governor would annually purchase horses from our tribe, but the prices this year is too unreasonable! 3,000 well grooold coins! Can our tribe’s top steeds not even be worth 10 gold each?”

Longbottom sneered: “How much would you like?”

“4… 40,000”

“fuck off!” Longbottom swore at the poor fella and viciously said: “Go back and tell your chief 10,000 gold coins for 4,000 horses! I give you four days to bring the from their bodies!”

The native barely held back his tears

10,000 gold coins? 4,000 steeds? Wouldn’t this be a big loss for them?!

He did not even have ti: “I finished my words already so why are you still here! Do you expect me to treat you to dinner? Scram!”

The final word “Scram” is already mercy in their ears, so where is the world would they dare say another word? Agreeing repeatedly, the two scurried away like rats fleeing from a cat

Du Wei was sighing inside from what he just saw

dahty! The infamous General 250 is not just for show!