Yang Fei laughed heartily, he felt no guilt at all for robbing money from such arms dealers.
Every penny of their money was tainted with the blood of crimes.
Since Yang Fei saw it, he had to make a hefty knock.
After a long while, Mosika sighed weakly.
"Sir, I admit defeat, please give me three days."
"But after I hand over the gold, you must lift your curse off me."
Yang Fei was stunned.
His mention of ten boxes of gold was just a casual remark.
He never expected that this guy truly had such astonishing wealth.
Mosika saw that he wasn't speaking and thought he was unwilling to let him go.
He crawled forward two steps to plead.
"Please, I need time, at least two days."
"After two days, I'll hand over the gold here, I just hope by then, you'll lift my curse, I want to keep living."
To be honest, Yang Fei originally didn't intend to rob Mosika.
He was just playing a prank, wanting to treat a person with their own method.
