Heh heh, heroes would never be defeated by suffering and setbacks, but sugar-coated shells could corrode them.
Watching Hun Xin, who had tears leaking from the corner of her mouth, Xiao Yan smiled like a schemer whose plot had succeeded.
"Call me Master."
"Where's the candy?"
"Call me Master first."
"I want the candy first."
A dark line crossed Xiao Yan's forehead. Perhaps this girl was simply a little glutton.
Still, taking the attitude that he would rather kill a thousand innocents than let one target escape, he turned to the other three and said mildly, "Come back tomorrow morning. You'll each receive ten thousand gold coins."
"Thank you, young master! Thank you, young master!" Wild joy spread across their faces.
For people like them, ten thousand gold coins was a fortune they could only obtain in their dreams.
Watching the scene before him, Xiao Yan revealed a barely perceptible smile.
Sometimes, coming into too much money all at once might not be a good thing.
Money could give people comfortable lives, but it could also corrode their will and souls.
In his previous life, Xiao Yan had known a few friends during his hard times. Some later won the lottery, while others once made a million overnight through gambling.
Yet all of them had ended up buried in debt, trapped deep in the mire.
When someone received a fortune beyond their ability to manage, it was often the beginning of disaster.
Whether these people would rise after receiving ten thousand gold coins or bloom briefly like night-blooming flowers before sinking into even greater ruin was no longer Xiao Yan's concern.
Those who rose would form a favorable connection with him, while those who failed would truly be snuffed out by his velvet blade.
He was a villain to