Watching the four men surround him from front and back, Zhang Xiaohua showed no sign of panic and remained seated cross-legged on Four Unlike's back.
The four exchanged glances and all drew their sabers from their waists. Old Xu grinned viciously. "Young master, you look so delicate and tender that I won't torment you. Hand over all the banknotes on you, nice and obediently, and I'll give you a quick death. Otherwise, I'll slice the flesh off your body piece by piece."
Zhang Xiaohua smiled. "Hero, I heard that the bold men of the roads rob wealth but spare lives. If I offer up all my money, will you leave me my life?"
Before Old Xu could speak, the vicious man beside him burst into laughter. "Has this fellow ruined his brain from too much reading? We've run wild here for years and never leave anyone alive. If we let you go alone, when the government office comes after us tomorrow, who are we supposed to argue our case with?"
The two men behind him also said, "A few days ago, there was a scholar who kept preaching benevolence, righteousness, and morality to us, even urging us to turn from evil and return to righteousness. But when we chopped off his fingers, he kept calling us grandfathers and begging us to spare him. Boy, are you going to be so tactless too?"
"Hurry up. Before it gets completely dark, let me give you a quick death with one stroke. Then I can find a place to bury you and give you somewhere to rest."
Seeing Zhang Xiaohua still unmoved, the vicious man said, "Xiao Jing, send this young master on his way. We're short on time. His banknotes are probably on him anyway; we can search him afterward."
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