"Brother Chen, is your son's sense of justice quite strong?" Zhang Fan'an squinted at Wukong and said with a sneer. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Bold--Zhang Shan'an, are you looking for death?" "Bastard! What nonsense are you talking about!" , Mao Wenchen and Wukong shouted angrily at the same time.

As soon as the two of them spoke, hundreds of samurai wearing samurai robes with red edges on a black background and red short swords at their waists instantly surrounded the two of them.

"Ask Brother Chen, everyone is an old acquaintance. Friendship is friendship, business is business. Because you are disrespectful to me, it is reasonable for me to charge you an extra 10% of the commission, and if you don't want to die, don't let that little fat man talk anymore. Zhang Fan'an tilted his head and plucked his ears, and said to Mao Wenchen with a smile.

"My lord, these people are outlaws. Don't be angry! Don't worry, ....... Without waiting for Mao Wenchen to finish speaking, Wukong was not afraid and asked Zhang Fan'an loudly.

"All these people in the village, you killed them?" said Wukong, and slowly transformed into a two-meter white ape.

Zhang Fan'an saw that Wukong had turned into a cloud-cloaked demon ape, so he immediately pointed at Wukong and laughed and said, "Boy, there are many evil things in the world, so it's better for you to take care of it." Besides, to uphold justice, it is necessary to have strong force. You, no. With that, he stretched out a finger and shook it slowly at Goku.

"No, wait a minute. After Goku finished speaking, time stood still in an instant.

Then, carrying a three-meter-long light stick, Goku swept towards all the samurai around him.

With just a casual wave, the hundred-meter-long stick sent hundreds of samurai flying a hundred meters away, and all the samurai had broken their bones and tendons.

came to Zhang Fan'an, and after punching him dozens of times in an instant, he sealed the opponent's whole body acupoint, and Wukong threw him next to Mao Wenchen.

After doing this, of course, it was not finished, Goku ran all over the mountain village quickly, and after using his ability twice to knock out all the remaining 3,000 samurai, he ran back out of breath.

When this ability was lifted, Wukong stepped on Zhang Fan'an's chest with his right foot, bent down and asked him, "Now, do you think I can do it?"

Zhang Fan'an glared at Wukong in extreme shock, and shouted loudly: "Kill them-!"

"Okay, no!" Wukong stomped Zhang Fan'an in the stomach.

"Okay, no!" Wukong stomped Zhang Fan'an in the stomach again.

"I'm asking you, can you do it-!" Wukong stomped Zhang Fan'an in the stomach for the third time.

Zhang Fan'an spit out three mouthfuls of blood in a row, but he still gritted his teeth and glared at Wukong.

"My lord, please be merciful to your subordinates, this person must not die!" Mao Wenchen knelt on the ground with a bang, shouting and pleading for Zhang Fan'an.

"Can't die--his life is life, isn't the life of those villagers life--!" Wukong pointed to the mountain of corpses at the entrance of the village, and asked Mao Wenchen angrily.

"Mao Wenchen---This is the boss you found for me? You will die for me--Lao Tzu took his brothers to go deep into the country alone, and he came to play with his mother's life--! If I don't kill them, how can I rest assured--! Little rabbit cub, I, Zhang Fan'an, have been planted in your hands today, and I won't accept it to death--!" Zhang Fan'an fiercely spit a mouthful of blood into Wukong's face.

Listening to Zhang Fan'an's words, Wukong was stunned on the spot, he really wanted to kill Zhang Fan'an, but if he didn't let Mao Wenchen hire someone, would Zhang Fan'an come to the north? If Zhang Fan'an didn't come to the north, would those villagers still die?

Zhang Fan'an killed all the villagers in order to march secretly, he is of course extremely vicious and evil, he deserves to die!

But what about oneself? Isn't one's own employer the slightest bit responsible?

"Lord, now that there is chaos and war, human life is as light as a mustard! If you kill Zhang Fan'an now, can those villagers be resurrected? If you save the people of a village, can you save the world! Lord, if you really want to do something, please end this troubled world as soon as possible, pigs and dogs are not as good as it!" Mao Wenchen lay on the ground, silently shed tears, and pleaded with Wukong.

"Drink it to heal your wounds. After Wukong unlocked Zhang Fan'an's acupuncture point and threw him a bottle of medicine, he took a hoe from a family and walked to the back of the village with his head down.

"Your lord beat me up, and the commission must be doubled!" Zhang Fan'an looked at the back of the white ape with a complicated expression, and shouted angrily at Mao Wenchen.

"Ten times as much, but remember to me that from now on, your life belongs to my lord. If you dare to disagree, I will definitely let you die a bad death. After Mao Wenchen coldly dropped a sentence, he also found a hoe and chased after Wukong.

"It's fucking unlucky! I just took the order and bought it, and I actually lost my life! What a fucking mess, damn troubled times......" After Zhang Fan'an healed his injuries, he limped to treat his men.

Gradually, more and more samurai, carrying hoes, chased in the direction that Goku had left.

After burying the bodies of all the villagers, Wukong took a broken bowl and sat on a broken chair in a broken ancestral hall, drinking clumsy turbid wine one by one.

Mao Wenchen and Zhang Fan'an, one left and one right, sat in his lower position, all of them didn't say a word, looking at their lords.

After a while, a group of samurai escorted dozens of ragged women into the ancestral hall.

"No matter how much I'm sorry, it's all nonsense. ...... Take ten gold coins each, and get out of here. As he spoke, Wukong took out a small box and placed it on the table beside him.

"We can't let them go now! If the news leaks out, we will definitely die! Besides, my commission is only a thousand gold coins! How can you ......?" Zhang Fan'an shouted to Wukong with an excited expression.

Before he could finish speaking, Wukong took out a large treasure chest and smashed it in front of him with a bang.

"Shut up—if you're not satisfied, I'll settle the bill for you right now!" Wukong pointed to the gold coins all over the ground and yelled at Zhang Fan'an angrily.

Looking at the hundreds of thousands of gold coins on the ground, the entire ancestral hall instantly fell silent, except for Wukong and Mao Wenchen, everyone only had those gold coins left in their eyes.

"My lord, can human life be measured in money? You have made a mistake! You fled to the north this time, bringing with you nearly 50 million gold coins. If you really want to make up for their losses, you must give each of them a hundred gold coins! This, not much, right?" Mao Wenchen stood up and asked seriously to Wukong after talking nonsense loudly.

Wukong didn't know why he said this, but since Mao Wenchen signaled that he agreed with his eyes, he had no choice but to reply confusedly: "That's right, then it's a hundred gold coins per person." ”

"My lord--I must not do it--! It's not that I, Zhang Fan'an, am greedy for money, if you let them go now, we will definitely die!" Zhang Fan'an is about to cry now, he is ready, if Wukong insists on going his own way, what does he say, he will also kill all these poor women secretly.

"Zhang Fan'an! It's not your turn to call the shots here--Go down!" Mao Wenchen glared at Zhang Fan'an fiercely, then slammed the table and yelled at him.

Zhang Fan'an looked at Mao Wenchen suspiciously, and was stunned for a moment, and then, his face immediately changed, and he flicked his sleeves angrily and left the ancestral hall.