However, just as Song Yunyang was about to rush forward, Chen Zhennan stepped in front of her and blocked her way.

He gently pressed down on her sword-wielding arm with both hands and said with a light smile, "Yunyang, we have already made a promise, how can we go back on our word? Wouldn't that make us a laughingstock to the world for being untrustworthy?"

Although Song Yunyang was still furious, she angrily sheathed her sword, snorted coldly, and turned away.

Seeing that Song Yunyang had calmed down, Chen Zhennan immediately had someone bring over the silver that had been prepared beforehand.

The chests of silver gleamed brightly in the sunlight, drawing the attention of those around them.

Chen Zhennan waved his hand and said to Greenberg, "As agreed, this money is yours. Take it."

Upon seeing this, Greenberg was first taken aback, then overjoyed, and hurriedly directed his men to carry the silver.

After the money was handed over, Chen Zhennan's lips curled up slightly, and with a mysterious smile, he quietly walked to Greenberg's side.

Chen Zhennan lowered his voice but asked clearly, "Greenberg, do you know where to go?"

Greenberg narrowed his eyes slightly, his pupils shifting as if he were plotting something.

Gradually, he curled up the corners of his mouth, revealing a sly smile, and said in a slightly smug tone, "Of course I know."

After saying that, he turned and left with his missionaries.

Song Yunyang approached Chen Zhennan, her face still showing some anger.

"I really don't understand what you're thinking. Letting them go will only lead to them persecuting ordinary people."

Chen Zhennan took Song Yunyang's hand and slowly walked into the tent.

"It's not that easy for them to spend my money. They went to Li Guangyi's territory. I asked Li Guangyi about his attitude that day. What do you think will happen to these people if they go there?"

Song Yunyang suddenly realized and couldn't help but smile.

"You want to use someone else to do your dirty work!"