Just as Yarman was arguing with the director of the port authority, the Weilante people standing on the deck were also paying attention to the situation onshore.
Especially Perry.
His ship carried 200 million dinars and 8 million silver coins, so he couldn't help but be concerned about his fate.
Watching Yarman and the port authority staff seemingly start arguing, Perry's wife's face showed a trace of worry.
"...My dear, I always feel like they don't really like us."
"Don't like us? Haha... My dear, what joke are you making? Thanks to those blustering cowards, it's a good thing if we can find someone who doesn't hate us on the eastern side of the Central Continent."
After all, the Poluo people used to love them, but because of the foolishness of the Southern Legion, even the few bootlickers they had left were gone.
Perry cursed softly under his breath, his eyes fixed on the distant dock, contemplating his plans.
