"Ninety-eight gold!"
"What! It dropped again! You, you, you..."
"Ninety-seven gold!"
"Guo, you dog-born bastard! Say another word, and I'll beat you to death!"
The short-haired young man lunged forward and clamped a hand over the burly man's mouth, afraid the fellow would blurt out another word and cost them yet another gold coin.
This time, the burly man didn't resist. He let the young man cover his mouth, his heart already shattered into pieces. One word, one gold coin—since when had anything Guo said been worth so much?
He was deeply unwilling to let it go, but he didn't dare utter another word. By now, he no longer hoped to fleece a fat lamb. Instead, he was drowning in regret. Three sentences had cost him three gold coins.
"Ninety-seven gold. Sold, sold! Hand over the money!" The short-haired young man snatched the book from the burly middle-aged man and held it out to Xu Yi.
Without a word, Xu Yi took out a hundred-gold banknote and handed it over. He took the book back and put it in his waist pouch.
As the short-haired young man and the burly man took the banknote, strange light flashed in both their eyes. They examined it over and over for a good while before remembering that the last two gold coins had been confiscated by the knight. Their purses were now empty; they had no money to make change.
They were just about to bargain with Xu Yi when they looked up again and saw that he had vanished into the packed sea of people.
"Haha! The extra three gold are mine. Guo, surely you're not shameless enough to fight me for them!"
"Nonsense. We're partners in this business. We share the losses and the profits. What gives you the right to