The leader of the Tartan soldiers raised his head to look at the merchants. How could those merchants dare to offend Ji Shuisheng, who was holding a waist token? They all shook their heads in a self-preservation manner.
"None of us saw it."
Hearing these people say that they didn't know, the businessman who wanted to extort money anxiously shouted at them,
"How can you do this to me? If I extort something, you guys will share it with me, but if something happens, I'll have to bear the responsibility alone?"
"What's wrong? You're the one who wanted to extort people. What does it have to do with us?"
When the merchants saw that he would bite them, they shouted in unison, which served as evidence for Ji Shuisheng.
The leader understood. This kid wanted to swallow the goods. To please Ji Shuisheng, he slashed the back of the merchant's shoulder, scaring the kid so much that he sat on the ground.
"Return the things."
