There was no time to discuss the details. Once they had settled on a basic plan, Mo Fan and Zhou Sining walked out.
The sudden appearance of two young Asian men immediately caught the attention of Xi Ge, the leader.
Xi Ge's underlings froze, wondering where the two Asians had come from.
"You yellow-skinned monkeys are tourists, aren't you? Tough luck. You caught the Red Ornament Guild at work. I'll give you a chance: name a price that satisfies me, and you can buy your lives back."
Xi Ge studied the two Asians who had appeared out of nowhere, but he did not seem particularly surprised.
"Wow, you talk big." Zhou Sining gave him a disdainful smile, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You couldn't afford my life."
Mo Fan immediately followed his lead, adopting Xi Ge's swagger. "Don't try your pathetic mental torture on us. I had my eye on this village before you did. Its women and money are mine. Tough luck—you ran into us while we were collecting. Tell you what, I'll give you a chance. Four hundred thousand per head, and with seventy-odd of you, that's..."
"Twenty-eight million."
"Oh, right. Twenty-eight million. Let's round it up to thirty. Pay me, and I'll let you keep your miserable lives. Now hand over the money and get lost."
Xi Ge and his men stared blankly for several seconds.
The villagers were dumbfounded too.
No way. Were these two young men robbing the robbers?
One villager asked Mo Fan if they were mages who had come to save them. The words had barely left his mouth when Mo Fan unleashed a spell at him with lightning speed, blasting the villager, who had done nothing, clean off the cliff.
His attack was swift and brutal—more terrifying than anything Xi Ge had