"This!"
Nan Batian's eyes bulged as he said, "How do they know how much money we have in our accounts?"
Tang Ziyue said, "It's most likely Chen Jiusi who spilled it. Chen Jiusi wants to use this to force our hand."
"Chen Jiusi, Chen Jiusi!"
"Why is it always him!"
Nan Batian roared in anger at this moment, and Tang Ziyue also said with a pained expression, "It looks like Chen Jiusi wants to fight us to the death!"
"I want to fight him to the death too. I, I must kill him!"
Nan Batian's face was filled with rage. Tang Ziyue then said, "Gang Leader, killing him is a matter for later. Right now, the most important thing is to find that batch of military supplies. Secondly, how should we deal with these Mulan masters?"
After thinking for a moment, Nan Batian said, "There's only twenty-five thousand taels left in the account?"
Tang Ziyue said, "Yes!"
"What about this month's salt money and other incomes?"
