When they heard the mocking voices of these Fang Mountain Bandits, the expressions of the seven people from the Yansheng Academy became even uglier and more terrified.
As the Pavilion Master of the Yansheng Academy, Zhang Zhenghe's face was ashen as he took out a large bag of golden pancakes.
It could be exchanged for about 300,000 gold coins. He threw it to Chief Ding Huacang.
First-in-charge Ding Huacang took the heavy bag of gold coins with one hand. He weighed it and handed it to his subordinates behind him.
At this moment, this group of Fang Mountain Bandits did not leave. They continued to surround the seven people from the Yansheng Academy.
Seeing this, Pavilion Master Zhang Zhenghe frowned and asked.
"We've already paid!"
"Shouldn't you let us go?"
When Chief Ding Huacang heard this, he raised his head and laughed. He looked at Pavilion Master Zhang Zhenghe again and snorted.
