The king looked at the frightened civilians with a satisfied smile. Feeling quite pleased, he swaggered to the foot of the Gold Mountain, grabbed a handful of treasures, greedily inhaled its scent, and said with a triumphant lift of his chin, "Hercules, this Gold Mountain now belongs to me. You may leave."
Nezha smirked faintly and replied, "As long as my mission is completed, I couldn't care less whether the Gold Mountain is yours or your people's. But what about the half of your cattle herd you promised me earlier?"
The king waved dismissively with disdain, saying, "Hercules, do you see this? My army surrounds us everywhere! No matter how strong you are, can you possibly outmatch my entire military?
I heard you came here to complete your mission. Now that it's done, leaving obediently is your best option."
Nezha, thoroughly amused, burst out laughing. "Are all Western kings this entertaining?"
