Zhao Hanzhang took the list and, seeing the rows of numbers, almost crumpled the paper, "I don't care how much they offer, such evil deeds cannot be forgiven."
Liu Kun, standing behind her, quickly snatched the list and glanced at it, "Why not let them atone for their sins? This is a lot of money, and it could all be spent on provisions and military pay. Not to mention the Zhao Family Army, if you could provide enough supplies to Shi Le, would he still run off?"
The anger Zhao Hanzhang had accumulated over the past few days finally erupted; she moved her foot and said, "Do you want to reminisce about the strength of my kick, brother?"
Liu Kun's stomach ached; it had been bruised blue for a day and hurt even more, but he still stubbornly said, "They deserve death, but there are many ways to make them pay. This money is ransom for their lives; you can punish them by enlisting them in the army."
