When Chen Daolin saw Golden Horn's first email, his face went dark.
Fortunately, Golden Horn quickly sent a second email afterward, explaining her current situation.
In short—"I just pulled off a huge job, and now a whole bunch of people are hunting me down. Come help me!"
But Chen Daolin remained unmoved.
Golden Horn sounded full of vigor in her email, so the situation probably was not that bad yet.
Chen Daolin figured that with Golden Horn's ability to stay alive, she should not kick the bucket as long as she did not run into an immortal god.
Besides, Golden Horn had clones. As long as she was not stupid enough to expose her origin core to others, losing one or two clones was no big deal.
It was not a major problem.
Chen Daolin was reassured.
Just as he was about to leave the Virtual Universe, Golden Horn sent another email.
This time, however, she was not asking Chen Daolin for help. Instead, she used all sorts of flowery language to describe the astonishing, immense wealth stored in the treasure vaults of the Purgatory Abyss lord's palace and castle. Even a tiny leak from it would be enough to make them rich.
Her words clearly implied that she wanted to team up with Chen Daolin and pull off another job.
Chen Daolin could tell at a glance that Golden Horn had not written this email herself. The meaning might have been hers, but Golden Horn definitely could not write such ornate prose. Her intelligent optical computer had probably written it for her.
You're already being hunted, yet you still can't give up thieving. How poor are you, exactly?
Chen Daolin was somewhat speechless.
Purgatory lords also had their own divine kingdoms and storage spaces, but they still kept some