He had never expected it either. Life was unpredictable, like a little sausage wrapped in a big one-and now someone had actually dared to rob him.
Fang Yuan caught on at once. He brought the Image Recording Stone up to Li Cheng and said in a mocking tone, "No need for a Message Transmission Talisman."
"Here, face this. Tell us who you need to send you money, and I'll deliver it to them."
"Huh?" Li Cheng stared at the faintly glowing Image Recording Stone, utterly dumbfounded.
He did not even have a pair of underpants left. If this was recorded... how could he ever show his face again?
But he knew that if he refused, he might turn into a thousand points the very next second.
There was no helping it. A wise man knew when to yield.
He gritted his teeth, vicious resolve rising in his heart.
Just you wait!
Once I escape, I'll arrest every bandit within a hundred thousand li!
I'll tear out your tendons, flay your skin, and burn your souls as lamp wicks!
There was no helping it. Beneath another man's eaves, he had no choice but to bow his head.
Then, at Xiao Zhang's "insistent request," Li Cheng knelt naked on the ground with his hands clasped over his head. Wearing a mournful expression, he began reading from the note Fang Yuan had written:
"Junior brothers! I... I've been captured by the Righteous Alliance!"
"They're too strong! We can't beat them! Hurry and scrape together some spirit stones to ransom me!"
"Let's... let's just surrender! The Heavenly Baleful Valley isn't worth a fart! Compared to the Righteous Alliance, we're nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs!"
"I finally see it now. Our Demon Sect is nothing fit to show in respectable company..."
He read