"As for the details, you'll have to work those out carefully yourself."
Seeing that Yu Xiaogang looked as though the fog had finally cleared from his mind, Yu Yuanzhen offered him earnest advice.
"Rest assured, Father. I know exactly what to do now."
Yu Xiaogang thumped his chest in assurance.
"Good. If you need anything, just tell me. Whatever the cost, I'll help you vent this bitter resentment."
Yu Yuanzhen gently patted Yu Xiaogang's shoulder.
"All right."
Yu Xiaogang nodded firmly, then said to Yu Yuanzhen, "There's something I need your help with right now, Father."
"Something already?" Yu Yuanzhen was a little surprised, but he still said confidently, "As I said, whatever help you need, I'll spare no effort."
"Then could you give me five million Gold Soul Coins first?"
Having said that, Yu Xiaogang looked at Yu Yuanzhen expectantly.
"How much? Five million?"
Yu Yuanzhen repeated the amount in shock.
That was no small sum.
Even their Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan couldn't casually produce several sums of five million.
Besides, the clan had recently been planning a major move: investing a large number of Gold Soul Coins into training a batch of disciples to bolster the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's standing.
"Five million."
"Do you think that's too little, Father?"
Yu Xiaogang smiled confidently. "There's no need to be surprised. I worked it all out while I was aboard the ship returning to the Douluo Continent. Five million Gold Soul Coins isn't much, but it should be enough. Of course, if it isn't, I'll definitely ask for your help again..."
Five million fucking Gold Soul Coins, and you think that's too little?
And if it isn't enough, you'll ask me for more?
Why don't I just give you my life, too?
Yu Yuanzhen kept grumbling inwardly.