"There are also nine horses. Eh, what happened? Why are so many people crowded here?" The horse seller was surprised by the crowd at the entrance.
He looked up at saw a young lady standing nearby along with an embarrassed scholar with a handprint on his face.
Behind them were several ferocious-looking men.
He exclaimed awkwardly, "Old Third He, what're you doing? You didn't come to tyrannize people and force them into shady brothel business, right?"
"Phooey!" The leader of the men spat at the horse seller. He hollered, "Second Ma, I'm telling you, I'm conducting legitimate business. I spent real money—15 spirit stones—to buy this little b*tch!
"Now that she wants to run away, shouldn't she first pay me back 10 times over?"
Everybody could not help but gasp.
Ten times?
This Old Third He truly treats human life like dirt, demanding 10 times the price to buy back their freedom. Who had the ability to pay that much!
