Jin Laoer retreated another step and pointed to his own arm, "My hand was injured by you."
"Compensate me a hundred taels of medical silver, and we'll call it even."
Ah Hu sneered, "Someone like you is worth a hundred taels? Even one penny is too much for you!"
His face suddenly turned serious, "You're all from the Xuan Gang, aren't you?"
"Let me make this clear, you all make a living by labor, if you don't want to meddle in this, leave quickly. Otherwise, if you get injured later and can't get up for ten days or half a month, it will delay your livelihood."
With Ah Hu's words, a few people in the back quietly slipped away.
They were all the mainstays of their families; if they got hurt, what would their families eat and drink?
Jin Laoer retreated while shouting, "Fine, you're asking for a fight, do it."
