Meng Zhao's opening move of slamming down banknotes was indeed forceful. At the very least, Qi Fang, who had previously doubted the two of them, now trusted them quite a bit more.
She had never seen so much silver before. Though it was in banknotes, she believed that someone who could produce so much silver would not deceive her.
Of course, the environment and circumstances this woman had lived in were simply too poor, and her understanding too limited. Otherwise, she would have known just how treacherous human hearts could be.
It was only silver. Left with her, it merely counted as letting her safeguard it temporarily. When the time came to need it, they could take it back whenever they wished.
As for Qi Fang, she had no ability whatsoever to resist.
Meng Zhao would not go so far as to act that way. Thus, this was also Qi Fang's good fortune. Having encountered Meng Zhao, her life would not turn out too badly.
Clutching the banknotes tightly, Qi Fang thought for a moment and said,
"Help me do two things. As long as you can do them, no matter what favor you ask of me, I will give it my all."
Such a hasty decision was naturally influenced by many factors.
First, Qi Fang's circumstances were not good. The hardships of life were secondary; the main thing was that she could not see even a sliver of hope. Her whole person was immersed in utter darkness. Everywhere she looked was despair—where could hope possibly be found?
Second, Qi Fang possessed a measure of intelligence. She could tell that the younger one likely had little experience in the Jianghu Martial Arts World. His conduct and handling of affairs were not particularly remarkable. The older one, however, was clearly an