The Fatty’s Concerns

It was the fatty, which rather surprised Chen Mu. He didn't look so good. "Have you heard the news of the blockade?"

"I have." Chen Mu nodded.

The fatty's face looked as though it could squeeze out bitter water. "Things are miserable for me right now. There are still a lot of valuable things in the auction house; if they really do fight, my losses would kill me!"

"What can we do?" Chen Mu also knitted his brow, unable to think of a good approach.

The fatty sighed. "How about I move everything over to where you are? The defenses on my warehouse are far from yours. I would feel a lot better if they were with you there."

"Ok." Chen Mu readily agreed, although the fatty's confidence in him surprised him.