"That's good."
Fang Che was satisfied as well.
He entered the side hall to inspect yesterday's spoils, but the moment he reached the doorway, the stench nearly knocked him over.
They had all been searched out from pirate dens. How could they not smell? Sun Wutian had already done him a great favor by bringing them out.
Looking at the mountains of gold, silver, and resources piled to the brim of the entire hall, Fang Che was stunned.
They had been stacked higher than the main beam, reaching all the way to the roof.
"Hall Master Wu."
"Your subordinate is here."
"I won't be taking the gold and silver among these. Leave them all to the Guardian Hall."
Fang Che said, "Pick out some of the resources and load them onto carts."
"Yes! Thank you for the reward, Captain Fang."
Wu Zhiyun was ecstatic.
With these, on top of the half of the proceeds they already received, the Guardian Hall of White Mist Continent would not have to worry about resources or money for at least three hundred years.
He and his colleagues could finally live wealthy lives.
After entering the main hall, Fang Che leafed through the thick stacks of dossiers, his face wooden, cold, and utterly expressionless.
But waves surged violently in his heart.
He had only calculated the number of deaths, yet the result was astonishingly close to Sun Wutian's own estimate.
Adding the fifty million pirates from the sea, there were around ninety-six million in total...
How could there be so many pirates? Even if Fang Che had imagined the pirates' numbers in the most exaggerated way, there still should not have been this many.
Had Old Sun wiped out some country along the way or something?
"He's better at killing than I am!"
Fang Che