Freedom's Price Is Higher

The sky gradually darkened.

"Brother Wu, you should head back first. I'll check the prison again before I go back too," He An called out to Wu Wenming without looking back, using his key to open the prison gate.

"Alright!"

"Brother He, I'm heading back now."

"Don't worry, I won't say a word about your business. At most, I'll just let my dad know."

As Wu Wenming reached the gate, he suddenly turned around and shouted, "Oh right, Brother He, don't forget the rest of the meat. Take it home for the family. I'll buy more tomorrow."

"Got it."

A smile curved He An's lips.

He had to admit.

Wu Wenming was exactly to his taste.

Generous, unpretentious, and after learning about his talent, he practically prostrated himself, almost calling him "godfather" on the spot.

Besides that.

The Wu Family behind him was also the best-regarded among the three clans.

Most importantly, his talent was too strong, so strong that even He An, who had a cheat, was a little envious.

If he put in some effort and practiced his Black Tiger Fist a few more times every day, He An felt that it wouldn't even take half a month for him to master the Black Tiger Fist.

"Sigh!"

"Comparing people makes you so angry!!"

After locking up, He An swaggered into the prison.

The cells on the first floor were all made of profound iron. For ordinary Martial Artists, there was no need to worry about them escaping.

As for the basement.

It was even built with special materials and reinforced with special chains.

This was precisely why only two new guards were assigned.

"Little brother, wait a moment!!"

After checking the first floor, He An had just walked a few steps into the basement cells when he heard a shout.

"What is it?"

He An coldly looked at the disheveled man in the cell.

Due to his long confinement and short stature, the man looked somewhat malnourished, his face frighteningly pale, and his eyes were murky, devoid of any life.

However, he was no pushover.

Anyone locked up here was definitely no pushover.

"Little brother, I didn't commit any major crime. Please let me go. When I get out, I will definitely repay you handsomely."

He acted pitifully, his goal being to get He An to release him.

"Really?"

As soon as he finished speaking.

All the prisoners in the basement prison looked over, a flicker of hope in their eyes.

Seeing that there might be a chance, the man became even more agitated.

"Really, I'm not lying. As long as you let me out, little brother, all my savings will be yours."

"Oh?"

He An's interest was piqued.

The reason he came alone was precisely because he had his eye on the property of these imprisoned criminals.

Considering that the weakest among them were Martial Artists at the Bone Forging or Muscle Condensing Realm, he didn't believe these guys wouldn't have hidden anything outside. Even if it wasn't some special treasure.

Just silver, there had to be some, right!

"Words are not enough. How can you prove you have hidden property?" He An asked, feigning indifference.

The man was not a fool. He narrowed his eyes and stared at He An for a while. "Little brother, this is a bit too much. You haven't let me out, so how can I possibly tell you where my property is hidden?"

"So, there's no room for negotiation?"

He An shrugged.

"You're the one who doesn't want to get out. Don't blame me for not giving you a chance. If you really tell me where you hid your property, I might actually consider letting you out."

As he spoke, he took out a large bunch of keys, surveyed the many cells, and announced loudly, "See? I have the keys to all of your cells."

"With just a beckon from me, I can let you all out."

In an instant.

The eyes of the other prisoners also turned red, staring intently at the keys in He An's hand.

With that thing, they could get out, leave this godforsaken place, and live a happy, free life.

He An whispered like a demon in the prison.

"How about it?"

"Is anyone willing to make a deal with me? Hand over all your worldly possessions, and I'll find a chance to let you out."

"Treasures are precious, but freedom is priceless."

"Do you really want to stay in this godforsaken place forever, unable to live or die?"

"Moreover, if you don't get out, what's the point of having countless treasures and wealth hidden outside?"

"In the end, you won't be the one enjoying it, but you'll be the one suffering in prison. Wouldn't that be like making a wedding dress for someone else for nothing??"

"There's no need for that!!"

He spoke with such passion that many were moved, their minds starting to stir.

However, for now.

They still didn't trust He An.

For a moment.

Many looked at He An excitedly, but no one stepped forward.

The man from the beginning also quietly retreated to the corner of the wall, his eyes shrewdly fixed on He An, his pupils constantly rolling as he thought about something.

Seeing this, He An was not discouraged.

He was only testing the waters this time, wanting to know if these people really had treasures hidden outside.

From what he could see now.

Most of them did.

Especially those who reacted intensely; they definitely had treasures hidden outside.

At the very least, they must have a large sum of money.

He silently noted those few cells and left the prison without looking back.

As long as he was in the prison for one more day, he would always have a chance to pry open their mouths; it was only a matter of time.

Thinking that all their worldly possessions outside were likely to fall into his hands, He An's mouth curved into a wide smile, and he hummed a tune as he left the Town Martial Division.

In the prison on the first underground level.

Silence returned once more.

"Brothers, what do you think? Should we trust this kid?"

A question broke the contemplation of the crowd.

"Trust him? Anyone who's ended up here isn't an ordinary person, are they?"

"This kid stands tall, with slanted eyes, clearly a ruthless sort. Our days ahead won't be easy!"

"Nonsense, you've gone soft in the head from being locked up. This is clearly a young punk."

"You can't judge a book by its cover. What if he really is a ruthless person?"

The crowd chattered, saying all sorts of things, but no one truly believed He An.

At this moment.

Deep within the cells.

A thin man, no different from a scholar, suddenly spoke.

"Treasures are precious, but freedom is priceless. What a great saying, 'freedom is priceless,' it's almost made me consider it."

As soon as he spoke, the others fell silent.

The scholar-like man proposed.

"Why don't we find someone to test this kid first? If he can really get that person out, then we can believe him. It's not too late."

"In the face of freedom, any price is worth it."

"Then... who should we let try?"

Someone asked in a low voice, not loud, but it carried throughout the entire prison.

No one wanted to be the one to try.

What if they failed?

What they would lose would be all their worldly possessions hidden outside.

Even worse, they might lose their lives because of it.

"Let him do it!"

The scholar-like man, without thinking, directly spoke the name of that thin man.

"Mo Caihe."

"You were the one who spoke first, so it's only reasonable that you do this now, right?"

"This..."

The slender man wanted to say something more, but suddenly realized everyone was staring at him menacingly, as if he would be torn to shreds the moment he refused.

He gritted his teeth.

"Fine."

"Next time I see that kid, I'll tell him I'm willing to hand over all my assets to beg him to spare my life."

Hearing this, the scholarly man turned sideways, his eyes shining, and muttered to himself.

"Freedom?"

"Heh."

"I don't even remember how long, how long it's been since I had freedom."

"I just don't know how this guy will choose when faced with money. If he really dares to let these people go, I'll have to kill them and thoroughly clean out this kind of scum!!"

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