As an intermediary, Yan Yi found Hun Tong and concealed the fact that he had leaked the intelligence, only saying: I suffered brutal coercion from Tan Mo and was forced to act as the middleman. That damn fellow Tan Mo is extremely hateful! Seeing that I am only at the bronze-level, he bullies me like this!
Upon hearing this, Hun Tong felt delighted inside, though outwardly he patted Yan Yi's shoulder and struggled to empathize with him. "You and I are truly our own people. Back then, my cooperation with you was based purely on our shared ties as fellow clansmen."
"That bastard Tan Mo cares for nothing except money. Yet among the Empire Secret Agents, his backing is rock-solid. He has solicited bribes for so many years, and no one has ever been able to bring him down!"
Yan Yi stated bluntly: "Tan Mo's attitude this time is extremely fierce and resolute. He said it will take at least 30,000 gold coins before he will let the matter rest."
Rage surged to the top of Hun Tong's head. "He really dares to ask for that much!"
He had raised funds through bitter hardship, and he was still some distance short of 30,000 gold coins. Yet the gap wasn't huge. To reach 30,000 gold, he would be forced to scrape a portion out of his own nest egg to make up the difference.
Yan Yi pleaded bitterly: "Lord City Lord, circumstances are stronger than people. Take a step back and the ocean and sky will open up."
Hun Tong struggled to suppress his fury, and beneath Yan Yi's supplicating gaze, he ultimately chose to compromise. "30,000 gold—is it really impossible to go any lower?"
"To tell the truth, I can produce 30,000 gold. But what I worry about is that