The weather was unpredictable, and misfortune could strike at any moment—irregular periods, hair loss, insomnia, frequent urination, kidney deficiency.
Le Yu understood Lan Yan's intentions perfectly. The gold and silver valuables beneath his feet legally belonged to the Coastal Army. As the Coastal Army's legal representative and domineering CEO, that meant the money belonged to Lan Yan.
When Lan Yan had tried to withdraw the money, Qin Leyin had interfered and caused the withdrawal to fail, then fled with the funds. Lan Yan naturally wouldn't let the matter go.
That was a billion-plus points of money!
If Le Yu skimmed off just a little, he could live a lavish, decadent life in Yanjing!
Besides, Lan Yan had spent the past month leading the Coastal Army in conquering Dongyang. Did he really do it to liberate Dongyang's downtrodden masses? Of course not—it was for money!
When the creditor came calling, Le Yu's first thought was naturally to run.
He had never expected Lan Yan to hunt them down so quickly. After all, Qin Leyin's plan had been extremely thorough: intercept the military-funds convoy and throw Profound Candle Prefecture into chaos. Since the convoy and the delivery rider had met with trouble at their starting points simultaneously, news of the robbery could be delayed by at least half a day. Once Lan Yan sent people to investigate where the military funds had gone, another half-day could be bought. By then, the fleets of the Shi and Qin families would have long since reached the Yanjing region.
For Lan Yan to arrive so quickly, setting aside the possibility that he possessed a teleportation door, he must have learned at dawn yesterday that something had happened to the convoy. He had then pursued the convoy's tracks through the night, making it possible for him