The five men were stunned on the spot, thinking they must have misheard. This was not at all like the famous righteous Hero Li in the rumors, but he certainly hadn't forgotten that assassins lived on the edge of a knife.
Prioritizing their own lives, the man leading the group, wearing a black bear mask, turned around.
"Hero Li, three hundred taels, is it..."
"Say one more word and it's another hundred taels."
Su Mu interrupted indifferently.
The five men exchanged glances, then reluctantly emptied their pockets, but still didn't have enough. With a look of reluctance from his companions, the black bear-masked man handed over a crumpled silver note with both hands.
"Hero Li, this is all we have on us."
Su Mu unceremoniously snatched the silver note. He had already counted while they scraped together their money: one thousand and fifty taels. After spending five hundred taels on medicinal herbs, he could still profit five hundred and fifty taels.
