"Fellow Daoist, you've been deceived. Did he tell you that information costs money, and that you could put the household registration plaque on credit? That it'd be fine as long as you earned the money later and paid it back?" Before Yangping could speak, someone turned directly to Li Su, fury in his voice.
"He's deceiving you. He hasn't told you the whole truth."
"The household registration plaque can indeed be put 'on credit,' but once you truly owe money, it means you can only settle it through 'campaigns.'"
"The natives won't hire anyone with outstanding debts. You'll have no way to earn the yin currency needed to repay what you owe. And if you can't pay by the deadline, you'll be forcibly conscripted and sent straight to the battlefield."
"Those who are sent to the battlefield this way are basically doomed to die."
"By now, nearly a hundred people have been sent to war because of him and died over there."
Listening to the furious words of the man before him, Li Su was somewhat startled. He could not help glancing at Yangping. He had clearly not expected this elegant young gentleman to be so black-hearted—beneath those neat robes and respectable bearing lurked a man-eating beast?
Faced with the accusations, Yangping unexpectedly said nothing. He merely shook his head, turned around, and left.
Watching him depart, the people surrounding them continued to curse under their breaths. Clearly, they had accumulated a tremendous amount of resentment and bore him deep hatred.
"What the hell is that thing?"
"Bastard. If fighting weren't forbidden in Fengdu, I'd beat him to death myself."
Yangping halted, unable to resist turning back for a look. His gaze was somewhat cold.
"What? You want to make a move?"
Meeting Yangping's gaze, someone sneered. He seemed to