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Chapter 67 Losing Money(2/2)

"Sir, we really didn't do it!"

"Misunderstanding, everything is a misunderstanding, we just want to ask the old man!"

A group of people begged for mercy.

"What do you think he is, I saw it with my own eyes, and you still dare to argue?"

Chen Xuan glared at him.

The group of people was even more scared and their faces turned pale and trembled.

"Give him five hundred taels to pay for him!"

Chen Xuan scolded.

"Five...five hundred taels?"

The big man who took the lead before had his face turned green.

Although they are all children of the world, the money is not particularly rich, and five hundred taels is not a small number.

"What? Don't want to pay?"

Chen Xuan is vicious.

Not to mention only five hundred taels, if you dare to treat people like this in your previous life, and you will not cheat you into your family and die, you will be considered capable.

"Give compensation, then you will pay."

A group of big men hurriedly paid for the money tremblingly.

A group of people gathered together to 500 taels.

Chen Xuan took it and handed it to the old man who sang the stern and said, "Uncle, all the money is compensated by these turtle sons. Take it, and then continue singing just now. Who dares not let you sing? First ask me if I agree with this sword. Remember, I Wu Tiande, the thirteenth black-robed captain in Qingfeng City. With me here, no one dares to touch you!"

The old man was so scared that he shook his mind, looked at the silver ingots and notes in his hand, and hurriedly said, "No, no, no, no, thank you, I'll thank you, so I don't want the money."

"Hold it!"

Chen Xuan glared and stuffed his eyes into his hands. Then he glanced at the big men beside him coldly and sneered: "If I find out that this old man is feeling uncomfortable tomorrow, don't blame me for killing your whole family. Even if you run away, I will issue a sea capture document. I will arrest you at the ends of the world. Have you heard?"

A group of people looked horrified.

Oh shit.

They cursed all the eighteen generations of Wu Tiande's ancestors in their hearts.

What a weird head catcher!

If this old man gets sick tomorrow, would he blame them?
Chapter completed!
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