"Mom, what are sinister gold coins?"
In the car, Han Zhan asked seemingly casually.
In his eyes, a few lines of small text appeared above Shan Yunmei's head.
"Shan Yunmei, Mother."
"Concerned, Loving."
"Social relationship: Close, Family"
"Kill value: 100 sinister gold coins."
Is this a cruel joke of the Slaughter Battlefield? Or is it just the rules?
Han Zhan pretended to nonchalantly look away.
He was now a completely ordinary person, but when he asked this question, he was already tense all over.
"Sinister gold coins?"
Shan Yunmei paused as if thinking, but soon, a smile reappeared on her face.
"You child, what are you talking about? Money is just money. If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten it's also called sinister gold coins."
Sinister gold coins, just money?
That's pretty apt.
Han Zhan suddenly thought of a very crucial question and instinctively asked:
"So ten 648s are 6,480 yuan, which equals 6,480 sinister gold coins?"
