Looking at the four people surrounding him, Zhang Xiaohua didn't seem flustered as he sat on Four-Unlikes' back.
The four exchanged glances and drew their knives from their waists. Old Mr. Xu sneered, "Young Master, you seem to have tender skin, so I won't torture you. Just obediently hand over your silver banknotes, and I'll let you die quickly. Otherwise, I'll slice your flesh off one piece at a time."
Zhang Xiaohua laughed, "Hero, I heard that jianghu bandits only rob, not hurt people. If I give you all my money, will you spare my life?"
Before Old Mr. Xu could speak, a fierce man next to him laughed loudly, "Has this guy's mind been ruined by too much studying? We've been howling in the wind for years, always leaving no survivors. If we spared you, who would we turn to when the government comes after us tomorrow?"
