Strength Wouldn't Allow It

In the end, Zhang Liang left in tears.

That bastard Ma Fei scratched with his bird claws, turning three times three into nine, three times nine into forty-seven. Then there were mobilization fees, tea fees, consecration fees, spell consumption fees, corpse-cleaning fees, cremation fees, fuel fees... plus the losses from the fight. He gave him a twelvefold "discount."

All told, it came to thirteen and a half million silver coins.

Zhang Liang knew this guy would open his mouth like a lion, but he had not expected his mouth to be that big.

Previously, three had been multiplied ninefold and had only cost four and a half million. This was another threefold increase.

And what the hell was a 120% discount?

Before Zhang Liang could haggle, Ma Fei waved a hand and said, "When Room Seven takes the field, there is only success, never failure. Discounts only, no bargaining. Anyone who can spend four and a half million to settle things won't care about spending another four and a half million. And anyone who has already spent another four and a half million will care even less about spending yet another four and a half million!"

Then he hammered the matter home. "It's happily decided, then. Don't say another word. Say one more word and I'll give you a bone-breaking discount."

And so Zhang Liang went home in tears to discuss the price of thirteen and a half million.

In midsummer, the heat blazed. Amid its bustling clamor, the vast Lin'an City gained a few extra shades of restlessness and irritation.

The merchants' haggling had noticeably grown louder and more volatile.

But Corpse Burning Room No. 7 was an exception.

After the Liang Family had made a grand show of force in attacking Corpse Burning Room No. 7, only