Carefully distinguishing, even the sewage beside his feet had a rancid smell, who knows whose desperation led them to resolve themselves right there. After evaporating, it was drenched by rain, and the odor lingered for a long time.
Walking deeper, the man with a tattoo of a descending tiger grabbed Wang Anfeng and slammed him heavily against the wall. The dagger in his hand looked very sharp and luxurious as it pressed against Wang Anfeng's neck. With a sinister grin, he said:
"You're a smart guy, little brother. You know what we want, so I'll cut to the chase. One person, a hundred taels of silver. If you don't have it, for every hundred taels short, I'll cut off one of your fingers. Dare to report to the authorities, and I'll give you three stabs with six holes on your body."
"You can go out and ask. Everyone in Liangzhou knows my name; I'm a man of my word, an honest guy!"
Wang Anfeng said, "Do you mean you're quite influential here in Liangzhou City?"
