Kapitel 273: Who Are You?

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Present - Slaughter City arc completed.

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Her imposing image was gradually crumbling…

The corner of Mo Lengyue's mouth twitched slightly. Initially, she thought that she might be hearing things. But when she saw Fang Xuan's grave face, she was sure this 'hero' who had just slaughtered everyone and saved them was not joking. His expression was even more severe than when he was killing the enemies.

Leader Li had once said: Back then, when working for a large family, he would always be paid once a day without any delay. Today, Fang Xuan saved the lives of Mo Lengyue and more than ten others. It was natural for him to ask for some service fees.

"Appearance fee, eighty thousand. Instant payment, no delay."

He gestured at the dumbfounded Mo Lengyue with his finger, urging the latter to pay up quickly.

Many of the Mo Clan's disciples fainted as they looked at Fang Xuan with a comical expression.

"Here! You! "

Mo Lengyue gritted her teeth in anger as she squeezed out word by word. Her jade-like hand gently brushed past the golden bracelet that she was wearing, and a purple-gold card appeared between her fingers. With a slight flick of the young lady, this dazzling purple-gold card drew a beautiful arc in the air and quietly landed in Fang Xuan's palm.

"Here's a hundred thousand. Keep the change."

She flipped her hair elegantly, crossed her jade-like arms, and glanced at Fang Xuan indifferently. She was very forthright in her actions.

Fang Xuan was slightly startled, lowering his head to glance at the card in his palm. Looking at the proud young lady who raised her swan-like neck, he said, "That, you seem to have misunderstood. What I said was … eighty thousand per person."

Mo Lengyue staggered and almost fell to the ground. Her arrogant attitude instantly crumbled.

"Eighty thousand per person? Why don't you rob?!!"

She was so angry that her hair was about to stand up. She stared at Fang Xuan unhappily and angrily rebuked, "Bandit! Evil thief! Scoundrel! Do you think our Mo Family is a money tree? We are just a small family. How can we take out so much money?"

Encountering this ambush midway, their clan suffered heavy losses. More than half of their people had died. Including Mo Lengyue and Mo Ling`er, there were only ten people left. Naturally, if it wasn't for Fang Xuan's help, these ten people might not even be left alive. All of them would have been annihilated.

Even though Mo Lengyue was grateful to Fang Xuan for his help, she couldn't accept being blackmailed in broad daylight. If one person were eighty thousand, ten would be eight hundred thousand.

This amount of money was almost equivalent to her family's annual expenses. She didn't have that much cash on hand at the moment. She really couldn't take it out. She had to go back to her family to get it.

"You can go home and get it."

Fang Xuan said with a faint smile as if he had seen through the girl's thoughts. He was only a tiny Soul Ancestor in the past, so his fee was eight thousand gold soul coins. Now that he was a famous person, his value had naturally risen. Eighty thousand gold soul coins … weren't expensive at all!

"You're … ruthless."

Anger rose in Mo Lengyue's heart, but she forced it back down. She gnashed her teeth at Fang Xuan but couldn't do anything to him. All she could do was glare at him.

"Fine, I understand. When we return, I'll give you the rest of the money," Mo Lengyue finally compromised while panting with rage.

"Miss Mo isn't the type to back down on her words. But it would be best if you still had some insurance, so …"

Fang Xuan chuckled as he stared at Mo Lengyue.

"Please write an IOU!"

"We're in the middle of nowhere. Where's the paper and pen?!" Mo Lengyue was about to yell.

"I have them!" Fang Xuan said.

Mo Lengyue: "…"

The group of Mo Lengyue's disciples felt dizzy as they looked at Fang Xuan with comical expressions. This "hero" was indeed a weirdo. He only cared about money and didn't care about his image at all.

At this time, Mo Ling'er walked in front of Fang Xuan. Her big black eyes were watery, and her rosy lips were slightly pouting. Her cute little white hands grabbed the corner of Fang Xuan's clothes. Blinking her pure eyes, she coyly said, "Big Brother Li ~ Do I have to pay money too?!"

Faced with such a pure and cute little girl and with such a pitiful act of coquettishness, even the heads of schools would fall for her. Almost no one would be willing to ask such a cute Mo Ling'er for a fee, but Fang Xuan was the only exception.

He smiled warmly at Mo Ling 'er and said without hesitation, "Of course!"

"Wuwu ~ Big Brother Li is a bad guy; I'm not going to talk to you anymore," Mo Ling'er pouted and snorted angrily. She made a funny face at Fang Xuan and stuck out her tongue. Afterward, she threw herself into her sister's embrace and acted coquettishly.

Don't think I won't take your money because you're cute. Even blood brothers have to settle accounts. Acting cute isn't your capital for free. Friendship is friendship; money is money. These are two different things, and they can't be mixed. Fang Xuan thought righteously.

In the end, Mo Lengyue wrote an IOU to Fang Xuan, promising that she would immediately send him the rest of the money when she returned to the Mo Clan. This made him smile in satisfaction.

To express his generosity, Fang Xuan treated the injuries of the Mo Clan disciples for free. This caused Mo Lengyue's anger to dissipate slightly. At the same time, she was filled with suspicion and curiosity toward this enigmatic young man.

"He's so strong and even has a healing-type soul skill. This guy … who is he?"

Looking at the guy burying his head in picking the corpses, the respect that had just risen in Mo Lengyue's heart disappeared. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly, and she sighed helplessly.

This guy, can't he do something more respectable? He just took a few hundred thousand from them, and now he's picking up corpses in front of everyone. This is really … degrading.

Fang Xuan naturally didn't care about those idiots who looked at his noble actions through tinted glasses. How could they understand the joy of picking up corpses? What's the use of being noble? Filling your stomach is the most important thing.

The Martial Soul Hall had plundered his many years of reserves. Right now, he was out of ammunition and food and urgently needed to replenish his supplies. These Anarchic Lands were really a good place to earn money.

He hadn't been here long but had already done a few big things. After searching the black-robed assassin's corpse, he obtained over a million gold soul coins. Adding the hundred thousand from Mo Lengyue and what he had obtained from the Blood-Devouring Forest, he now had another two million gold soul coins.

"I've become rich again …" Fang Xuan was somewhat excited. With his wallet bulging, he felt more confident.

After the commotion had subsided, the sky was almost entirely dark. It should be around eight in the evening. Mo Lengyue and the others stayed in different spots. Instead, they quickly rushed towards the light before them, heading towards the town.

About twenty minutes later, they finally arrived at the town safely. They rested in a high-class hotel.

"Whew ~"

After entering the room, Fang Xuan comfortably lay on the sofa and let out a satisfied breath. After rushing for an entire day in the wilderness, even he was somewhat tired.

"Rumble!" An intense sound of protest came from his stomach.

"I'm a bit hungry. Let's eat something."

Fang Xuan suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten anything since the afternoon. Thus, he ordered a lot of food in the hotel to fill his stomach.

The service of this hotel was very efficient. In just a short while, a beautiful waitress served the food and said respectfully, "Please enjoy ~"

"Okay! Got it. You can go ahead. "

Fang Xuan nodded and sent the waitress away. Looking at the dazzling array of delicacies in front of him instantly aroused his appetite. He picked up his chopsticks and was about to wolf down the food.

Right then, a fiery-red figure pushed open the door and entered. Her proud and cold eyes stared unblinkingly at Fang Xuan.

She said, "You're not Li Changshou. Who … are you?!"