Chapter 137 How Much Is One Worth?
The person who spoke was none other than Feng Jun.
He looked at Feifei's injuries. Although he didn't understand it very well, he also knew that she was seriously injured.
Standing up from the ground, he glared at the other party and the group, "A little girl, beaten like this by you, is so cruel!"
Hearing that this girl was hired by a stone collector, Mr. Zhao was also dumbfounded. More importantly, he was frightened by the undisguised murderous intent in the other party's words.
He wanted to argue, saying that even the person you hired was an orphan with no background. If you punish her a little, do you need to be so murderous?
Orphans are the original sin. Even in the Zhao family fort, orphans who have lost their parents are inferior to other Zhao family members. This is all for the sake of the Zhao family. Children without mothers are like grass. This is true.
However, no matter how deeply wronged Mr. Zhao was, he did not dare to speak out anymore.
When a mid-level martial artist says he wants to kill people, it is better not to ignore the threat.
Just as he was struggling, Deng Laoer finally caught up with the escaping warrior and slashed at him with his sword. Even if the opponent hid quickly, half of his hair was cut off, and there was still a bloody scalp the size of a palm.
This is going straight to kill people! The warrior was so frightened that he suddenly felt a surge of energy coming from nowhere. He suddenly accelerated forward and shouted loudly, "I was wrong, I know I was wrong, and I am willing to compensate... I am willing to compensate." ah"
Deng Laoer originally wanted to kill the other person, but when he saw that the other person took such a blow and his forehead was dripping with blood, the anger in his heart suddenly disappeared, much like the anger of the second-year boy, and it went away as quickly as it came.
In fact, he has never killed anyone in his life. When he fantasizes, he always thinks about "killing one person in ten steps and leaving no trace in a thousand miles". He envies the kind of life where he can enjoy grudges and grudges. This is what everyone thinks. The dream of a fledgling young warrior.
But when he really encountered this situation, he couldn't help but feel soft. The other party seemed... not guilty enough to die?
Of course, he couldn't just let the other person go. Instead, he chased her and shouted loudly, "Feifei, do you want his life or compensation?"
When doing justice, you must consider the feelings of the person involved.
At this moment, Feifei's face was still pale, but her eyes had regained their alertness. After hearing this, she replied loudly, "Second Young Master, if you can help but kill someone... it's better not to kill anyone."
After hearing this, Deng Laoer finally stopped chasing and spoke loudly and breathlessly, "You are lucky... tell me, how do you plan to compensate?"
"I'll give you ten silver dollars," the man yelled desperately, and ran for more than a hundred meters before stopping, panting heavily, and walking in a circle toward the people in Zhaojiabao, "My kick It doesn’t matter how hard you use it, if you strike me with a sword, I won’t care.”
If he had a choice, he would definitely not put forward such a humiliating condition, but he had already seen it. Even the second master was frightened by the sudden appearance of an intermediate martial artist, and he could only endure the humiliation and bear the burden.
In fact, he thought that his own arrangement was wrong and he underestimated the enemy. He thought that the opponent only had one martial artist. Zhao Erye brought more than 20 masters from the clan over, thinking that he would basically defeat the opponent and at least make the opponent dare not start a fight lightly. provocation.
But one step was wrong and the other was wrong. Now he could only complain secretly: Why didn't he use all the strength of the village to come and persecute these four people?
Zhaojiabao Village is not a big one, but it has more than a thousand people. In addition to five to six hundred tenants, the Zhao family has nearly eight hundred people. If they go all out, they can produce more than a hundred young and strong warriors.
If all the combat power is drawn out, even if the opponent has another mid-level martial artist, so what?
When Deng Laoer heard what the other party said, he raised his eyebrows slightly. He felt that although the terms were not very good, they were sincere.
Ten silver dollars is almost the income of an escort for two months, and even if a little girl of Feifei's age is abducted by a kidnapper, the most she can sell for is this price.
There is no way, children have no human rights, let alone orphans. Feifei still has a pretty face. If she changes to an ugly one, it is hard to say whether she can be sold for five silver dollars.
He felt that the conditions were acceptable, and Feifei was also quite moved. To her, what was the point of suffering a little? As long as you can make money!
However, the two of them showed some signs of movement, and Feng Jun just snorted coldly, "Is your life worth only ten silver dollars?"
The small life he mentioned, of course, refers to the small life of the warrior from the Zhao family. If we don't kill you, you only pay for it with ten silver coins?
When the warrior heard this, his face darkened: Are you the one who wants to settle accounts like this?
Of course, it cannot be said that Feng Jun was wrong in thinking so. Deng Laoer's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he spoke loudly, "Yes, you are going to redeem your life now... at a sincere price."
The warrior was really helpless, so he looked at Mr. Zhao, "Second uncle, do you think?"
How dare Mr. Zhao say anything? He was still afraid that the other party would become angry and kill him, so he could only sigh and shake his head. You should think about how much you are worth.
How much is it worth... The warrior was also confused. Of course he thought his life was valuable, but if he wanted to redeem his life, the price would definitely not be higher.
After a long silence, he spoke up, "Five...thirty silver dollars. If it's any more, you might as well kill me."
"Hey," Deng Laoer laughed angrily, "your kind of labor is worth at least fifty silver dollars when sold to the mines. Do you believe it?"
A young laborer and a mid-level warrior are all worth the price.
Selling people to private mines is also illegal in this plane. The Xiongfeng Escort Bureau must pay attention to its reputation. They usually do not do this kind of business, but they have been dealing with various white, black and gray forces all year round. They really have this way.
However, this warrior is also very bachelor, "I only have this much money, I don't have any more. If you don't agree, just sell me."
In fact, he was sure in his heart that the other party would not sell him to a private mine. In any case, this was an illegal act. The people watching around him were all members of the Zhao family. If the other party could not silence all the people present, they could not do this. Do.
When Deng Laoer heard this, he also had a headache. Although he was young, he also knew the importance of silence. Is the price difference of only twenty silver dollars worth going through so much trouble?
Moreover, he is not sure whether he can keep all of the other party behind. According to common sense, this is impossible. There are more than 20 people on the other side, and they may not be able to defeat four of his own people, but if they escape in all directions, they will be very vulnerable. It’s hard to kill each other completely.
Just when he was hesitating, Feng Jun spoke up, "Then thirty silver dollars, take it out and we will let you go."
"How could I carry so many silver coins with me?" the mid-level warrior shouted, "I have to go back to raise money."
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flashed, and Lang Zhen appeared in front of him. He shook his hand and slapped him across the face, speaking sternly, "Why are you talking to Master Martial Arts Master? You dare to ask questions... Just answer me obediently." good!"
It is the consensus of this plane that martial artists should be respected. Of course, this consensus is not forced, but in the real world, most people will not be disrespectful to a director.
This slap was so hard that the man was turned around in a circle before he regained his composure.
He covered his face and shook his head before answering, "Yes... I was wrong, but I really can't afford that many silver dollars."
He spoke respectfully, but he was probably used to being arrogant and could not completely hide the anger in his eyes.
"Ma Dan, are you looking for death?" Deng Laoer was furious when he heard this, "You still act like a good boy after getting an advantage...Then you stay here and wait until the people from Zhaojiapu bring money to redeem you!"
The mid-level warrior remained silent and looked indifferently. As long as he could not die now, it was not certain who would have the upper hand when the clan members returned to the village and came here again.
"No need to bother," Feng Jun said from the side, "Those three stones should be worth thirty silver coins."
"How is this possible," someone shouted loudly, "Even if they are not worth two hundred silver dollars, you have offered a price of eighty silver dollars. How can they be worth thirty silver dollars?"
Feng Jun looked at him indifferently and said, "Then it's only twenty silver dollars..."
This person was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that his protest would make the other party even more serious.
"You won't sell it for eighty yuan, but you insist on selling it for twenty yuan. Isn't this cheap?" Lang Zhen snorted disdainfully, "Also, you, you, you... keep the weapon, and it will be counted as ten silver dollars. "
This is the logic of naked power. However, the lone wolf does not feel any discomfort. It is hard to say whether people who have worked as escorts have a sense of justice. But it is certain that there is absolutely no one who has a soft heart like Mr. Moral. The bones are gone.
Faced with such blackmail, the people in Zhaojiabao could only hold their noses and admit it. What if they didn't recognize it? They couldn't defeat it at all.
The three stones were originally discarded here, but this time they were officially taken away by the other party. However, the four weapons Lang Zhen pointed out were worth far more than ten silver dollars, and should be close to twenty silver dollars.
So the people in Zhaojiabao chose to pool their money, UU Reading www. ukanshu. net They came to blackmail this time, and they didn't bring much money. More than 20 people scraped together, and they only managed to collect five silver dollars.
Lang Zhen pointed at Mr. Zhao without hesitation, "You, take that black iron in your waist!"
Of course, his eyesight was first-class, and he knew that the value of this piece of black iron should exceed five silver dollars. If it could be forged into a weapon, the value would be three or four times that.
However, Mr. Zhao was very happy this time. He took off Xuan Tie without saying a word, and left with a dark face.
After walking four or five miles, he gritted his teeth and said, "I will not be a human unless I take revenge for this!"
Someone asked cautiously, "Do you want to inform Dalang?"
Dalang is a martial artist serving in Xiyin City's army. His cultivation level is close to that of an intermediate martial artist. He is a rising star in Zhaojiabao.
(Update: If there are no accidents, Feng Xiao should come back today. Of course, if he cannot come back, remember that I was young...wrong, remember to use your monthly ticket to summon me.)