An Jing didn't care how much protection money they collected from each stall; she simply stated at a leisurely pace, "Since it's protection money, then you should be the ones protecting us before we pay you, right? But what can we do, I have my husband to protect me, and my husband doesn't need your protection, so it seems we don't have to pay you after all. Sorry to have made you come here for nothing."
"Boss, look at this..." The man with the thieving rat's eyes was stunned by An Jing's response and after a moment of pause, eagerly looked towards his leader to see what they should do next.
The scar-faced man leading the group immediately glared with his round, fierce eyes and threatened, "Are you going to give us one tael of silver or not? If you don't, we won't be polite anymore!"
"Even if we did give it to you, you would still be rude to us," An Jing replied slowly.
