The man who had been struck immediately tried to get up and hit back, but the people beside him hurriedly held him down.
"Please, please-calm down, young master. Our brother just had too much to drink. Please forgive him-"
"Yes, yes, I'll give him a good talking-to when we get back. Don't stoop to this drunkard's level!"
"Calm down, calm down..."
With every word of persuasion, the expression of the man who had been struck suddenly grew more furious.
Brothers, my foot!
You just think he's a rich fool and want to squeeze a little more out of him, don't you?!
He cried out indignantly, "Is money really that important?!"
Can it even buy your conscience?!
Yes. Yes, it could.
Almost the instant that question fell, the thoroughly drunk "lovesick fool" began his daily must-have routine again-throwing money around.
His eyes glazed, he staggered along a winding path, reached into his robes, and pulled out a thick stack of banknotes.
Then the "lovesick fool" flung his hand into the air, sending more than a dozen banknotes fluttering down.
Taking advantage of his uniquely favorable position, the man who had been struck charged forward first, even knocking over several competitors when they weren't looking!
He had already studied the pattern. This man scattered money several times a day, always in a strict order: banknotes in the first round, silver ingots in the second, and only loose silver in the third!
The others failed to react in time, leaving him unchallenged wherever he went, except-
Even in the race against time to snatch up money, the sight before him stunned him so badly that it took a while to find his voice.
"What is wrong with your family?!" His voice shot up, almost cracking. "Why would they bring a little thing like