The two hurriedly scrambled to their feet, their hands trembling so badly that they rummaged around for ages.
Only then did they find the money pouches and silver notes they carried.
They held out all their silver notes to Su Fei.
"Spare our lives, Marquis Su! This is everything we have. Please take it. We'll take our disciples out of Cloud Province right away and never set foot here again for the rest of our lives."
Su Fei took the silver notes and made only a rough tally. To his surprise, they amounted to over a hundred thousand taels.
As expected of men at the Martial Saint Realm Third Level who also helmed their own factions, their wealth was considerable indeed.
He weighed the silver notes in his hand and said with reasonable satisfaction,
"Get lost. Don't let me see you in Cloud Province again."
As though granted a great pardon, the two kowtowed repeatedly to Su Fei, then turned and ran. They could not even spare a thought for their injured disciples on the ground, slinking out of the city for fear that Su Fei would change his mind.
Su Fei turned, drew ten thousand taels from the silver notes, and handed them to Zhang San and Li Si.
"Share this with the brothers. Thank you all for your hard work."
The Imperial Guards accepted the silver notes, every face beaming with delight. Their eyes were full of gratitude and admiration as they looked at Su Fei. Serving under a superior like him not only guaranteed their safety but also brought them silver notes from time to time. Life like this was far better than serving in the imperial city.
With that dealt with, Su Fei led his men back to the Cloud Province Thousand Households Office, escorting the