Their strength had surged by far more than tenfold, and their minds had become who knew how much sharper. Even Lai Han, usually so broad-brushed, felt that his intelligence could now rival those crafty old foxes of the Fox Clan. What was more, they had gained vast stores of experience from Pompey and Antony—experience of every kind. Warfare, administration, management, manufacturing—countless experiences flooded into their minds. They needed no process of learning; they had directly inherited this immense treasury.
"Prepare to begin!" Lai Han took a deep breath and strode out of the cave.
Glancing at the enormous undead fleet that had suddenly appeared in the distance, Lai Han grinned from ear to ear. "The stronger that little fellow named Wang Zong proves himself to be, the more he deserves to die! Only once he is dead can we dump the blame on the Dragon Mountain Empire."
Si Na stretched his body forcefully and smiled lazily. "That's right. With our current strength, launching a surprise assault on Wang Zong's central army will be effortless. As long as we kill him... but the girl beside him, is she yours or mine?"
After a moment of silence, Lai Han took out a silver coin and tossed it to Si Na. "That girl is mine! Her chest is a little flat, but I like human girls with skin that tender and flesh that soft! Besides, she's an Eastern beauty. She reminds me of Yin Qingyue. She's mine!"
Si Na glared somewhat angrily at the silver coin in his hand and waved a fist at Lai Han. "You stingy bastard, you don't resemble a noble Golden Lionman at all! You want to buy such a beautiful girl with one silver coin? You're far too stingy!"
Lai Han jabbed a finger hard against his own