Bare Hands Plucking Plum Blossoms (3)
"..."
Seeing his underlings shift the blame from one to another, and the once orderly group growing restless, the leader of the Ji Bei Three Heroes—the man they called Master Zhao—finally couldn't stand it any longer.
"Hey!"
"Shut up, all of you!"
He bellowed furiously, using his formidable skill and the authority he'd built up over the years to temporarily steady the situation.
Knowing that the people before him were all lowlifes, the sort who feared force but felt no gratitude and wouldn't lift a finger without profit, he had no choice but to angrily rebuke them and explain.
"What are you afraid of?"
"Take a good look!"
"There are only two of them!"
"Let's all charge together!"
"Once we kill them!"
"All the gold will be ours!"
"Those two horses and that carriage alone are worth two hundred gold pieces!"
"That's two thousand taels of silver!"
"There's sure to be even more inside the carriage!"
At that, he paused and looked around at the men who had just been on the verge of fleeing. Then he continued with a cold laugh.
"If you want to live, they have to die here!"
"Otherwise, if they get away, that hypocrite Yue Buqun won't let either of us off!"
As he spoke, Master Zhao pointed toward the so-called "Invincible of the Western Marches," the heroine Yue Lingshan, who remained on guard nearby.
"You all heard her just now. That little bitch's surname is Yue, and her name is Yue Lingshan!"
"She's Yue Buqun's daughter!"
He had clearly known all along that Yue Lingshan was Yue Buqun's daughter. The reason he had still ordered his men to surround her when she announced that she belonged to the Huashan Sect was simply that money made men's hearts waver,