When Madam Li and her family members heard Su Ying's question, they thought that they had a chance at blackmailing her, so they gestured with five fingers.
"500 taels of silver. As long as you give us 500 taels of silver, we'll forget about this matter."
Su Ying nodded noncommittally, but her eyes darted around as if she was looking for something.
When Madam Li and the others saw that Su Ying didn't say anything, they assumed that she thought the sum they had asked for was too much. "You evil woman, we are talking about a human life. Let me tell you. If it wasn't for our family's benevolence, we wouldn't have let this matter rest even if you give us 500 taels."
"Number Three, throw me that rod." Su Ying pointed at the rod next to Number Three that was as thick as her wrist.
Number Three understood and threw the rod toward her.
