He Donggua had a bunch of good brothers who were willing to risk their lives for him. Of course, they also liked spending his money. As a seasoned Protector, he liked this kind of exchange and even felt he was getting the better end of the deal. For the rich, using money to buy lives was always the most reasonable bargain in the world.
So he never thought he had too much money.
Ten sturdy swordsmen stood before him in a fan formation. He Donggua nodded with satisfaction. Swordsmen were a commodity where quality mattered more than quantity. With a little money and a little discernment, one could always find treasures in Jade City capable of taking on ten men alone.
"Does anyone want to become an official for the Central Plains people?" He Donggua spread his chubby fingers and waved them in front of his chest, as if he had five things to say. In truth, it was just a habit of his. "Of course not. We all came to Jade City to make money and chase women, not to become some damned officials."
The swordsmen nodded in approval. Their heads, held up by sturdy necks, were as powerful as iron hammers. He Donggua noticed this detail and couldn't help admiring his own eye for talent. "So all we want are heads. The Central Plains people and the Dragon King are worth twenty thousand taels of gold altogether. Do you know how much that is? Put it this way: with that money, you could bring the ten most expensive whores from Liuren Lane home, and your wife would cheerfully serve them tea without a single complaint."
The swordsmen were moved by this wonderful scene. They all chuckled foolishly, their blood running hot, eager to go out and risk their