"May 12th, sudden gusts of wind."
"To become wealthy, there are three ways: plunder, plunder, and more plunder!"
The supplies provided by Black Kite were sporadic, but they kept coming in waves.
Su Huan was very trustworthy, releasing one or two people each time a batch of supplies arrived. In the end, only the girl in the black dress, Tan Yunxi, whom he had pinched on the cheek, was left.
"Conductor..."
Tan Yunxi looked at Su Huan, pitifully.
Sitting on the train carriage, Su Huan wore sunglasses and crossed his legs. He tore open a bag of chips with a rip, munching as he spoke, "Feelings aside, business is business. A few words won't erase such a large amount of supplies, what are you thinking?"
"But my uncle has abandoned me."
Tan Yunxi looked so aggrieved, she was about to cry.
Su Huan sat up abruptly, his sunglasses slipping down to his nose in surprise, "What do you mean, left you?"
