This Wu Laosi naturally couldn't squeeze out two hundred taels of silver.
But he could attract those young heroes just setting out on their own to generously donate from their pockets. Before long, his purse was quite substantial.
He tossed the pouch in his hand.
After entering his own house and dismissing the servants, he was about to open the door when he discovered that there was already an uninvited guest in the room.
A man in green sat in the host's seat, his expression indifferent. The painting of a fierce tiger coming down the mountain hanging in the hall seemed less imposing than the look in his eyes. He was toying with a dagger in his hands.
Standing beside him was a girl about fourteen or fifteen years old in white, with a somewhat bewildered appearance.
