Shen Juncheng rubbed his forehead, looking at this guy who's as gossip-prone as the village women, and hit him with one move, "Tell me, how much loot did we gather last night, and how are we splitting it?"
Upon hearing money distribution, Song Xingyuan became serious instantly, "Splitting? It was all my work, after all."
He had labored all night, personally leading the charge, collecting so much loot that it was exhausting — not laughably exhausting, rather, totally exhausting.
Shen Juncheng raised an eyebrow, "Without my plan, my informants, disrupting them from the inside beforehand, leading to public panic, could you have raided them so easily?"
Speaking of which, Song Xingyuan had to admire Shen Juncheng a bit.
He had thought the private salt set up by Caiying was actually stolen by the Dragon and Tiger Gang, until he received a letter later, realizing it was all a plot.
