"Bullets?"
At that, Murong Huai glanced at Mo Heng. After a moment's thought, Mo Heng held up three fingers beneath the table to signal him.
Seeing this, Murong Huai nodded, then looked at Ning Fengzhi and said:
"Three Gold Soul Coins per round."
Hearing Murong Huai, Mo Heng opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it. What he'd actually wanted to say was thirty Silver Soul Coins per round.
Ning Xiuyuan nodded. "Three Gold Soul Coins per round isn't too expensive. Since we've bought five hundred pistols, let's get a thousand rounds for each one, fifty thousand rounds in total."
"No problem. Mo Heng, go prepare the goods."
At that, Mo Heng turned and left the meeting room to prepare the goods.
Chen Jianjun thought of something and lightly tapped Ning Xiuyuan on the arm. The latter caught on and asked Murong Huai:
"By the way, Holy Son, would you be willing to sell a few Red Barbarian Cannons to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
At that, Murong Huai shook his head. "I'm sorry, Sect Master Ning. Red Barbarian Cannons are extraordinarily powerful and precious. We can't sell them at present."
Ning Xiuyuan looked somewhat disappointed, but Murong Huai continued:
"However, since your sect has joined the Spirit Hall, we should naturally make some allowances. I can authorize the sale of two Red Barbarian Cannons to you, Sect Master Ning, but there's one condition."
"Oh? What condition?"
"I'm sure Sect Master Ning knows that Ning Fengzhi and I get along well. So, why not have him enroll at the Martial Soul Academy?"
Hearing Murong Huai, Ning Xiuyuan and the others understood. The other side wanted to keep Ning Fengzhi as a hostage, an extra safeguard.
"Rest assured, Sect Master Ning. Although Feng Zhi and I