"Ten thousand gold coins? Are you out of your mind?" Meng Jian Hong who was standing on the sidelines shouted at him.
Such an amount might be nothing to people like Lin Xue or Song Yue but for a minor noble clan like the Meng Clan, it is indeed a high amount. After all, they are based on a tiny town of Daqing where an average commoner possessed a wealth of below fifty gold coins.
So, it's natural that Meng Jian Hong erupted in anger, despite the fact that his son's life is at stake.
Meanwhile, the clan head Meng Yi Jun deeply frowned. "Are you serious?"
Mark leaned to the back and crossed his legs with his right ankle on his left knee, letting out a smirk, "I guess this guy lying over here isn't worth that much. I'll change my words, then. Consider it as the compensation for sparing the Meng clan. How about now?"
"You…" Meng Yi Jun was taken aback by his words. He clenched his fist, trying to control his rage.
