"Unbelievable! You've gone too far!"
Tan Li was thoroughly enraged. He raised his broadsword, ready to fight to the death.
But the professional team had no intention of meeting him head-on. They immediately switched to a wolf-pack tactic, constantly maneuvering around him to land sneaky hits.
And with his severe injuries, he couldn't do a thing about them.
"Who's bullying whom, exactly?!"
Mu Xiu gave an annoyed snort. "We were walking hand in hand, singing songs, and just about to make a fortune. Then you suddenly showed up and tried to take our lives without asking a thing. And now you have the nerve to say we're bullying you?!"
"Amitabha!"
Master San Nong pressed his palms together. "This humble monk will say a fair word: as long as you're willing to compensate us for all our losses, we're not unreasonable people."
"Mm, the master is right!"
Ren Huan nodded in agreement, indicating that they were the most reasonable people around.
"You..."
Tan Li was almost at his limit. He could only grit his teeth and ask in humiliation, "How much compensation do you want? Just name a number!"
"Amitabha!"
Master San Nong pressed his palms together, his face sincere. "Rest assured. We're the most reasonable people around. We won't ask for a single crystal more than what we're owed, and we won't take a single crystal we're not owed."
"That's for the best!"
Tan Li relaxed when he heard this.
But right after that, he realized he'd spoken too soon. He had no idea what these scoundrels were looking forward to.
Master San Nong pulled a luminous pearl from his robes and began examining Mu Xiu for injuries. Any little bump or scrape would be counted toward the compensation.
"Found a wound. Compensation: 500 Immortal Crystals!"
"Found a bruise. Compensation: