"Tu Ji, this guy..." Tan Mo had hit a snag with Tu Ji, and upon reflection, he was seething with rage.
If Tu Ji were from a different background, Tan Mo may have had other options. However, since Tu Ji was from the Blood Light Sanction Court, it made things extremely tricky, leaving Tan Mo feeling constrained.
As for "Hun Tong not reaping the benefits of war," Tan Mo had his suspicions.
But he preferred to believe that Hun Tong had made a fortune.
"Even if he's short on funds, a sinking ship still has three pounds of nails. I refuse to believe I can't squeeze more out of him!"
"Missing such an opportunity would be a lifelong regret."
"How should I extort him?"
Tan Mo began to meditate deeply.
If Tu Ji would cooperate with him, then he could easily bring Hun Tong to heel.
But without Tu Ji's cooperation, it would be difficult.
