In the cluttered room of Treasure Pavilion's back courtyard, a musty smell pervaded the air. Bu Shi Ren waved his hand in disdain and looked at Mo Qingze with a calculating face, not bothering to conceal the greed in his eyes.
"How about it? Have you thought it through? I'll say it again, just hand over the silver you've embezzled, and I'll let you go home immediately; otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"
Mo Qingze had been tormented all morning and was now slumped listlessly against the wall. Hearing Bu Shi Ren's words, he opened his swollen eyes and stared coldly at Bu Shi Ren as if he were looking at something filthy before closing his eyes again, regretting that he had been so naive to trust the greedy and despicable man in front of him, which had led to his current plight.
Extortion? Ha! Even if it meant death, he could not admit to such an accusation!