East Market.

The crowd onlookers took a deep breath, and the wails of the Liu family's four servants rang in their ears.

Who is this powerful old man? Is he the servant of the man in black? What is the identity of this man in black?

Liu Mang panicked, and Zhao Wujiang punched him in the face, causing his nose to be bruised and swollen, and the pain to his bones.

Although he is domineering, he is not stupid. He will not be tough in this situation. He will go back and bring in reinforcements!

You bitch, you're dead. I'm going to bring in reinforcements, and then I'll kill you, I'll kill you! Blood spurted from Liu Mang's mouth, and he begged for mercy:

"I was wrong, I was wrong, sir, please spare me."

He kept wailing and begging for mercy.

Zhao Wujiang had superb medical skills, but he had almost no involvement in martial arts. After more than ten punches, his right hand was covered with blood, some from his own and some from Liu Mang, but most of them belonged to Liu Mang in front of him.

He stopped punching and stood up: "Give me money!"

"I'll give it." Liu Mang knelt on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face. He took out a handful of banknotes from his arms and handed them to Zhao Wujiang with both hands.

Zhao Wujiang rubbed his fingers and said in a deep voice:

"You said I would punch you a hundred taels, but I punched you thirteen times, for a total of one thousand three hundred taels!

I injured your right hand by hitting you, so I need 2,758 taels, a total of 4,058 taels!

I’ll give you another small change, which will give you a total of ten thousand taels! Do you recognize it?”

"Ah?" Liu Mang raised his head blankly, but when he saw Zhao Wujiang's sharp eyes, he nodded tremblingly.

The crowd of onlookers was silent and shocked. They swallowed their saliva and wiped off their change so hard. This was the first time they had seen such a change in their business or shopping in Dongshi.

Zhao Wujiang took the banknotes, totaling one thousand taels, and continued:

"You still owe me nine thousand taels!

Get a pen and paper!"

An anonymous kind person emerged from the crowd and handed over pen and paper. This is Kyoto East Market, and everything is available.

Liu Mang "willingly" wrote the IOU and stamped it with his fingerprints under Zhao Wujiang's gaze.

"Go away." Zhao Wujiang picked up the IOU and dried the ink stains on it.

[Liu Mang owes Zhao Wujiang nine thousand taels]

Just wait, your name is Zhao Wujiang, right? You are dead... Liu Mang trembled and supported each other with the four wailing servants and left. His head was lowered, but the resentment in his eyes made his pupils tremble.

All red.

Zhao Wujiang folded the IOU and stuffed it into his sleeve, then came to Li Yuanzheng and handed him the banknote:

"I'll buy your sword."

Li Yuanzheng's hand holding the sword was trembling. He did not pick it up, but said in a deep voice:

"Brother, Yuan Zheng, thank you very much, but one thousand taels is too much... You should leave quickly, the Liu family will not give up."

"The sword of the escort Li Zuo is worth more than a thousand taels." Zhao Wujiang said with a smile.

Li Yuanzheng's pupils were shocked. He stared at Zhao Wujiang in disbelief, wondering who he was and why he knew his identity.

Zhao Wujiang reached for the sword in Li Yuanzheng's hand:

"The children of the Jianghu are free and easy. You have been trapped by money once. Do you want it to happen again? Take it."

Li Yuanzheng felt bitterness in his heart. He released his hand holding the sword, took Zhao Wujiang's banknote, then clasped his fists and said solemnly:

"Thank you, brother. Yuan Zheng will never forget your helping hand this time."

Zhao Wujiang played with the simple three-foot green blade in his hand, and then slowly pulled away the scabbard, and the sword blade shimmering with cold light gradually appeared in front of him.

murderous look!

Although Zhao Wujiang had no martial arts skills, he still felt it at this moment. He closed the scabbard lightly:

"The sword is good."

Li Yuanzheng lowered his eyes slightly, with reluctance in his eyes. This sword had been with him for many years and he had a deep affection for it.

"Here you go, this sword." Zhao Wujiang held the sword and handed it to Li Yuanzheng.

"Brother, you..." Li Yuanzheng was filled with emotion.

Zhao Wujiang raised his sword eyebrows and said with a smile:

"I bought the sword, and now I'm giving it to you. Is there any problem?

Are you going to abandon your partner who has fought alongside you for many years?"

Li Yuanzheng's eyes were red, he took the three-foot green blade, cupped his hands and clasped his fists:

“Brother, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness!

When Yuan Zheng takes care of the family affairs, I will protect you for a thousand days!"

"Let's talk." Zhao Wujiang smiled lightly:

"You go take care of your family affairs first."

"Brother, be careful of the Liu family, they are quite powerful in Kyoto..." Li Yuanzheng clasped his fists.

"There is an old man here who is very good at fighting." Zhao Wujiang patted Jia Ersan's arm and waved to Li Yuanzheng:

"Go ahead."

"I just vaguely heard that your surname is Zhao. Brother Zhao, I will come to find you." Li Yuanzheng bowed and clasped his fists, then strode away.

The crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.

Jia Ersan, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, praised:

"Sir, I noticed that you have a lot of chivalry in you. Have you ever traveled in the world before?"

I’ve read too many martial arts novels... Zhao Wujiang laughed:

"I've seen a lot of Jianghu."

Jia Ersan shook his head and smiled, thinking of some doubts:

"Sir, if you see injustice on the road, this boy from the Liu family may not let it go."

"I know." Zhao Wujiang's eyes were deep and he patted the IOU in his hand:
Chapter completed!