By the window of the room, Yun Anan in a fox fur cloak, hands resting on his chin, looked down at the seven black-clad men who had become corpses.,"Be quick about this, and don't let word get out. Ten ounces of silver per person for keeping quiet.",When it comes to Di Chenjun, Yun Qianshan is so angry that his teeth are grinding, spewing insults with every word.。