"Uncle!"
The royal youth, Bai Luzha, called out again.
He pointed at Chen Lun, his eyes filled with anger.
"We have an army of three hundred men, plus Guardian Captain Delo and his men, yet this guy is alone. Why should we be afraid of him?"
Next to the young man, a royal elder also spoke up to lend support:
"Tiha, when we originally left Neitmoni, we left in a hurry and didn't bring much wealth... Now it's nearly impossible to go back, and this money will be foundational for our survival and development going ahead. We can't just hand it over like this."
His words weren't aimed directly at the stranger blocking the way, but the subtext was clearly urging the King not to compromise and preferably to kill the other party right there.
It was then that everyone suddenly heard the sound of the young man in the black hat snapping his fingers.
Snap!
For some reason, they all involuntarily stopped arguing and turned to look.
"It seems you haven't quite understood the situation..."
