"Boy, what exactly are you trying to say!"
Murong Chui's expression grew uglier as he listened. Before Yuwen Dao could finish saying "living under another's roof," he coldly interrupted him.
Yuwen Dao looked up at Murong Chui, then glanced around at everyone in the hall, noticing their faces were even more unsightly than Murong Chui's. A glint appeared in his eyes as he lowered his voice and spoke slowly, "Town Chief Murong, if you want Muyin Town to continue surviving on the south slope of Moao Mountain, Jinshan Town can't help you, nor can Beishuo Town or the Central South Four Towns. The only one who can help you..."
At this point, he paused, took out a palm-sized silver token from his bosom, tossed it towards Murong Chui at the head of the table, and then looked up at him, continuing resolutely, "is us!"
Murong Chui caught the silver token, his pupils suddenly narrowing.
