Your Majesty said that my life is worthless, so why are you crying when I increase my troops?

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen thugs rushed forward.

However, the next moment, the entire box suddenly fell silent.

I saw a sharp steel knife placed on Jin Daya's neck.

Just one more inch forward would have taken his life.

At the same time, the remaining three Qilin Guards drew their swords and slashed at the dozen or so thugs.

In an instant, the dozen or so people in front of him had their necks cut off and fell to the ground without even having time to struggle.

The box was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Jin Daya's face turned pale and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

These are the thugs that Changlefang has spent a lot of money to recruit all year round!

Not only does he know some fighting skills, but he is also very skilled in murder and robbery.

But facing the four people in front of him, he was like a chicken being slaughtered and had no power to fight back.

Who is this young man in front of me?

"Master...Master, please don't be impulsive!"

Jin Daya looked at Xia Mingyuan in horror, his legs went weak and he fell to his knees.

"What? You don't want to rob the silver anymore?"

Xia Mingyuan slowly stood up and walked to Jin Daya with a smile on his face.

"Didn't I think you were so arrogant before? Why are you so weak now?"

Jin Daya was so frightened that he almost peed himself. "Master, I was foolish and bewildered for a moment. I didn't recognize the real you. Please spare my life, Master."

"Let you go?" Xia Mingyuan stroked his chin and suddenly turned his head to look at Chen Wenxin who was still calm and composed.

"Hey, how about you help him calculate and see if he has a chance to survive today?"

"Great! I couldn't ask for more! I love telling people's lives and deaths the most. Every time I've told fortunes on death row, I've never failed to get them right!"

Chen Wenxin clapped his hands excitedly. As he spoke, he picked up the tool he was wearing and started shaking it while muttering to himself.

After a while, copper coins fell to the ground several times in succession.

Chen Wenxin widened his eyes, raised his head and looked at Jin Daya with a gloating look.

"Shopkeeper Jin, I'm sorry, this is a very bad omen."

"From the hexagram, you might be struck by a sword in the next second!

Jin Daya almost died of anger when he heard this.

I'm in such a bad state now, why the hell do I need you to count on me?

"However, although this hexagram is extremely ominous, there is still hope..."

Changing the subject, Chen Wenxin shook his head and fiddled with the copper coins in his hand, "I see your five elements are metal. If you lose money today, maybe there's a chance you can avoid disaster."

These words were like a shot of adrenaline to Jin Daya.

He suddenly reacted and knelt down in front of Xia Mingyuan with a thud.

"Sir, I am willing to sacrifice my fortune to ward off disaster. I will return all the silver that belongs to you, and I will also compensate you with thirty thousand taels... no, fifty thousand taels!"

"I only ask you to spare my life."

Xia Mingyuan sneered, "Jin Daya, Jin Daya, fifty thousand taels of silver, and you're treating beggars like that?"

"Do you think your life is only worth fifty thousand taels?"

After he finished speaking, Xia Mingyuan winked at the Qilin Guard beside him.

The steel knife on Jin Daya's neck moved closer again, piercing his skin and oozing out blood.

"no, do not want!"

Jin Daya was completely panicked and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Please spare my life, sir. Please tell me how much you want. As long as I can afford it, I will give it to you in full."

Xia Mingyuan raised the corner of his mouth and glanced at him lightly, "That's what you said."

"Go and get the deed to your gambling house. This place belongs to me from now on."

"Also, you've made a lot of money running the gambling den, so give it all away as well."

Jin Daya was completely dumbfounded. He looked at Xia Mingyuan in amazement and burst into tears.

"This...this gambling den cannot be given to you, young master."

"My family has elderly and children who all depend on this place for survival. I can give you all the money, but if you take this gambling house as well, it will put me in a very difficult situation."

"Difficult to do?"

Xia Mingyuan kicked over the table with a grim expression, "If it's difficult, then don't do it!"

"Come here, chop him up as well and take him away with those people."

"Even if I kill you, the gambling house will still belong to me!"

At the command, the Qilin Guards drew their swords and were about to take action.

"I'll give it to you!" At the critical moment, Jin Daya finally gave up resistance. "I'll give you this gambling house!"

"Where's the money?! I'll have someone check the account book later, don't try to play tricks on me!" Xia Mingyuan's voice was cold.

"Yes, I'll get it right away. Right away."

Two Qilin Guards escorted Jin Daya out of the box.

After a while, Jin Daya came staggering towards this side with a sad face, holding the house deed in his left hand and a thick stack of banknotes in his right hand.

"Sir, the property deeds are all here, and I'm giving you these eighty thousand taels of silver. This is all the money the gambling house can afford right now..."

Xia Mingyuan winked at Lu Xiucai, who immediately understood. He took the deed and banknotes, checked them, and nodded after confirming that they were correct.

"That's right. Considering that you're still honest, this time..."

Before Xia Mingyuan finished speaking, Jin Daya kowtowed repeatedly, "Thank you very much for sparing my life, sir. I will never forget your great kindness."

"Look, after taking your silver and gambling house, you still have to thank me."

Xia Mingyuan curled his lips and sneered, "But it seems a little early for you to thank me. When did I say I would spare your life?"

"what?"

Jin Daya was stunned for a moment and looked up in amazement.

Xia Mingyuan pointed at Chen Wenxin who was standing beside him and said, "The fortune he told you was inaccurate. If you become a ghost and want revenge, remember to find him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dagger in Xia Mingyuan's hand stabbed straight into Jin Daya's neck.

The latter's eyes widened and he slowly collapsed to the ground.

Chen Wenxin laughed so hard that he fell backwards, and spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.

"This, this is not my fault. I told you before that losing money might save your life, but I didn't make any promises. Why are you being so honest?"

"Didn't you guys never believe in fortune-telling on the street before?"

Xia Mingyuan took out 10,000 taels from the 80,000 taels of silver notes and handed it to Chen Wenxin.

"Here, your share is six thousand taels. The extra money will be used as the previous divination fee."

"Oh my, sir, you are too polite. I just did a fortune-telling and you gave me four thousand taels. You deserve to be called a sir. I would be disrespectful to refuse it."

"I said I would meet an important person when I go out today, but I didn't expect that the fortune telling these days would become more and more accurate."

Although he was being polite, Chen Wenxin was still very honest as he put the banknotes into the bag in his arms.

Xia Mingyuan smiled and glanced at his bag inadvertently.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

Chen Wenxin's bag contained several ancient books on military strategies, most of which were inherited from the military strategists of ancient times.

Seeing this scene, Xia Mingyuan was suddenly startled.