The Fierce Battle

In ordinary times, given their relationship and the promise of a generous reward, Bai Liuyun and Zhou Ziwen would never have entertained any malicious thoughts.

But this time, the entire Lieyun stronghold was being evacuated. They had tried to keep it under wraps, but there were too many supplies—and most of them were extremely valuable.

How could anyone not be tempted?

After several days of probing, the two had determined roughly how much wealth was in the convoy. Their greed had grown, and after conferring, they decided to work together and split the spoils.

However, because their plan had been rushed and they lacked manpower, while the White Crane Merchant Association's warriors had stayed on guard, Bai and Zhou hadn't managed to see it through.

The warriors from the Lieyun stronghold had suffered few losses and remained in fighting shape. The two sides now faced off against each other.

At that moment, Zhou Ziwen walked over to stand beside Bai Liuyun. He paid no mind to the gloomy, cold look on Gui Tonghai's face. His expression calm, he spoke without the slightest fluctuation in his voice:

"Out of respect for our past friendship, we only want the wealth this time. We don't want to kill needlessly. Gui Tonghai, you can leave."

After saying this, he added:

"But you'll have to leave all this wealth behind."

He wasn't doing this for some damned old friendship. He simply didn't want to fight a martial artist of the same realm who'd been driven into a corner, in case he ended up capsizing in the gutter.

Their goal was the wealth, after all. If they could get it by talking, wouldn't that be best?

"Hahahahaha!" Gui Tonghai suddenly burst into laughter. He laughed until his face twisted into a grimace, then said with naked