"Wanna get rich?" Ji Hao held his hands behind his body, looking at Dishi Tu’s grinning face, and said, "So, you’re a vulgarian too!"
Dishi Tu’s face turned slightly dark. With fear, he glanced at Yemo Shayi. If he could defeat Yemo Shayi, he would seriously throw a heavy punch to Ji Hao’s face.
As a proud Yu Clan noble, as a professional Blood Moon warrior with high self-esteem, Dishi Tu wanted nothing more than military rewards. ‘Getting rich’? Such a shallow thought, how could it have anything to do with him? If Ji Hao didn’t threaten him with that cruel punishment, how could he ever say something so shameful?
Yemo Shayi snorted slightly. Hearing that, Dishi Tu trembled, as if he were suddenly struck by high voltage. Letting out a long breath, he gave a bright grin and said, "My dear landowner, I admit I am indeed a vulgarian. So, how will you make me rich? Jade coins? Crystals? Or other precious treasures? I’m interested in them all."