Jiang Che ran his finger along the blade and smiled at Ma Chuan.
"This blade is so sharp. How do you get it like this? Teach me."
Ma Chuan hurriedly pleaded, "Don't kill me, don't kill me! I'll go back and get another five thousand taels for you!"
"Five thousand taels? Are you trying to shoo away a beggar? Not enough," Jiang Che said with a smile.
"Eight thousand taels... That's all I have," Ma Chuan said, his voice trembling.
"Maybe I should just kill him. We can say the Corpse Field Double Farmers did it. After all, dead men tell no tales. What do you all think?" Jiang Che said, smiling at the others.
"Right!"
"Just kill the bastard!"
"That traitor deserves to die!"
The crowd roared in agreement.
"Ten thousand taels! No... Twenty thousand! I'll sell my house and all my Secret Manuals. I can get twenty thousand taels. Just don't kill me!" Ma Chuan begged frantically.
Jiang Che nudged Zhang Xiong and chuckled. "How about it? Is twenty thousand taels enough?"
