Ming Disha left.
He Jinian walked over. "CEO Lu."
Lu Chengwen was still looking down, deep in thought.
"CEO Lu?"
"Hm?" Lu Chengwen looked up. "Oh, Brother He."
"Oh, you're too polite."
He Jinian said, "What should I do now? Could you give me some guidance?"
Lu Chengwen sighed. "You... don't defy them, and don't reveal anyone's secrets."
"What if they beat me up?"
"I'll think of something."
"But..."
"You don't trust me?"
"You helped me escape, but the people from Tianwang..."
"You still don't trust me?"
"No, no. I was just wondering... could you... explain it to them? We came here this time to kill you, not to fight Tianwu. And we don't have three hundred billion either!"
"Do you think they'd believe me if I said that?"
Lu Chengwen said, "Things have blown up now. If we can't produce three hundred billion, the Tianwang people will tear us apart and feed us to dogs."
He Jinian despaired, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Then isn't there no way out? Even if they squeezed my bones into juice, I still wouldn't have three hundred billion!"
Lu Chengwen said, "You don't, but someone does!"
"Who?"
"The Father! Pin it on him."
He Jinian glanced back at Ming Disha. "His martial arts are too high, really too high. Didn't you see? Four experts, and he took them all down with one slash... I didn't even see how he drew his blade. I think that wasn't even martial arts anymore. It was magic, you know? Magic!"
Lu Chengwen said, "Then who else could possibly have three hundred billion?"
"CEO Lu, stop messing with me. Just show me a way out!"
"The God of Wealth! The God of Wealth has plenty of money!"
He Jinian thought it over. "I understand."
The God