"Well? Can you calm down and make your choice now?"
"Paying back what you owe is only right. But the person you're collecting from is my cousin. So, would you rather I beat you up and send you home empty-handed, or come back in half a month and collect ten taels?"
Seeing Scarface hesitate, Li Feng gave him two choices.
To live long in this world, fighting and killing alone wouldn't cut it. Sometimes, knowing how to handle people really did matter.
Until he was strong enough, he couldn't push things too far. Even a cornered rabbit would bite.
Hearing this, Scarface secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He really had been afraid the brat would have no sense of martial honor and come after him once he finished beating his men. He was nowhere near Li Feng's match. Not only would he get a savage beating, he would lose face for nothing.
He had been in this line of work for over a decade. His bones weren't nearly as sturdy as his men's anymore. Surely beating his underlings was enough-there was no need to beat him too!
This constable brat-no! This honored constable knew how to handle people!
"Since you've put it that way, I'll do you this favor, sir."
Watching Li Feng's expression, Scarface continued:
"We'll both take a step back. You, Zhang! I'm letting this slide out of respect for the constable, or I'd break both your legs. Not just anyone can owe the Green Bamboo Gang money and get away without paying. You have half a month to scrape together ten taels of silver. I'll come back for it then. If you still don't have it, don't blame me for getting nasty."
"You'd better thank the constable!"
With that, Scarface waved his hand.
"Boys, we're leaving."