When Zhang Xiaohua saw the bandits hesitating, he laughed loudly. "There really are some blind fools here. This young master finally showed a bit of kindness, yet you actually refuse to appreciate it."
With that, he strode forward, about to advance.
The bandits immediately came to their senses. They hurriedly pulled loose silver and scattered banknotes from their robes, placing them on the carriage as they explained, "Master, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! We were slow to react for a moment. Please be magnanimous, please be magnanimous."
Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's manner, he did not look at all like a well-bred disciple from the Emptiness Gate. This further confirmed what they had heard earlier—that his hands were stained with blood. If they could trade this money for their lives, the bandits were more than willing. In any case, the money had all been taken through robbery; the wool came from the sheep's own back.
Soon, a small pile of loose silver and several banknotes had accumulated on the carriage. Zhang Xiaohua said to the two girls inside, "You two, help me count it and put it away for now. Give it to me later."
The two girls had only just steadied their frightened hearts. Hearing this, they hurriedly shifted over. One counted the silver while the other gathered the banknotes.
Without waiting for them to finish counting, Zhang Xiaohua walked to the front of the carriage and punched the horse on the rump. The horse cried out in pain with a long neigh, then immediately dragged the carriage away at full speed. The two girls inside were caught off guard and staggered, nearly falling over. But when they saw the carriage moving, they instantly understood, delight flooding their faces.
Once Zhang Xiaohua saw the carriage depart, he used his lightness skill