"Exactly!" Lin Chuan nodded and said, "I can see that you're quite savvy, Song Wu."
"Hehehe..." Song Wu chuckled, then said, "It's nothing, really."
The group gathered in a circle and quickly devoured a whole roasted lamb. The pot of clear wine was finished in no time as well.
Everyone drank and celebrated joyously, singing and dancing.
Lin Chuan had a mysterious smile on his lips.
After the midnight feast ended.
Amu Han whispered a few words to a soldier nearby.
Then, a line of more than ten women, dressed provocatively with veils over their faces, walked in from outside. Each had voluptuous figures, fair skin, and captivating eyes. Once the line of girls entered, the Song brothers' eyes lit up, and any trace of sleepiness vanished without a trace.
"This is..." Lin Chuan looked puzzled. Although he had a certain premonition, considering this was a Middle Eastern country, he doubted such a conservative nation would do such a thing.
