Chen Xiaofan stared expressionlessly at the miserable deaths of the two men before him, without the slightest trace of pity in his heart. The corner of his mouth even curled into a cruel smile as he said disdainfully, "This is the price of offending me. You two worthless fools who know neither heaven nor earth dared show me disrespect. You deserved to die!"
Chen Xiaofan had originally intended to turn and leave, but when his gaze swept across the pool of blood, he noticed two bulging objects within it.
Without hesitation, he walked over and picked them up. Opening them, he found them filled with gleaming silver—one thousand taels in each, more than two thousand taels altogether.
Chen Xiaofan could not help but feel contempt, complaining, "These people were truly greedy beyond measure, like a snake trying to swallow an elephant. They already possessed such a huge fortune, yet they were still unsatisfied and even tried to seize what was in my hands. They brought this upon themselves."
If those two men had not been so greedy, perhaps they could have kept their lives and lived a while longer in this world. They would not have been slapped to death by him and ended up with not even their corpses left behind.
Moreover, they had not only lost their precious lives, but had not even had the chance to spend a single bit of the silver they carried. As the saying went, good would be rewarded with good and evil with evil; it was not that retribution did not come, only that the time had not yet arrived. These two men, steeped in wicked deeds, had ultimately received the punishment they deserved.
At last, Chen Xiaofan stuffed all the silver into his own pockets, then swaggered away from the place