"Move it, all of you! Hurry up! Did you not eat?"
Zhao Wuji was holding a specially made barbed leather whip.
He stood atop a protruding boulder, spittle flying everywhere.
He had changed his outfit. He was wearing a brocade robe he had apparently stripped from some dead man.
Although it did not fit particularly well, that could not hold back his excellent self-opinion.
Deep inside the mine, the area specifically used to imprison "serious criminals" was especially lively today.
Mangu was bare-chested, the sinewy muscles across his body gleaming with oil.
He was pressing the Pavilion Master of the Treasure Gathering Pavilion, Jin Suanpan, who had just been thrown in, against the ground and grinding him into the dirt.
"Well, well, isn't this Pavilion Master Jin?"
Mangu planted one huge foot on Jin Suanpan's well-maintained chubby face, rubbing the mud on the sole across his face.
"Back when I went to the Treasure Gathering Pavilion to buy an ax, you would not even spare me a proper glance."
"What happened? Come to experience life today?"
At this moment, Jin Suanpan had none of the Pavilion Master's former authority left.
That gorgeous brocade robe had long since become strips of cloth, and there was not an uninjured patch of flesh on him.
Especially his buttocks—the kick Yang Dingtian had given him had left them swollen like a millstone even now.
"Brother Mangu... it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding."
Jin Suanpan struggled to squeeze a few words through his teeth. His fat face had been trampled out of shape, and his lips trembled.
"I have money... I have divine crystals... As long as you protect me, once I get out, I'll give you half of the Myriad Treasures Merchant Association!"
"Money?" A hoarse, cold laugh came from the shadows nearby.
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