"What kind of bracelet is a thousand taels of silver? Isn't this blackmail?" the second lieutenant shouted angrily.

"What? You don't have to pay for being a soldier?

Boss, come here quickly. I'm being bullied!

Soldiers bully others and still beat me... Leaders, come here quickly, I will be beaten to death in a moment."

Perhaps out of fear of this military uniform, the charming woman immediately began to cry, calling loudly for her man while wailing.

"Whoever bullied my woman is so tired of living!

Hehe! People on the team, if people on the team break other people’s things, they don’t have to pay compensation?”

On the dining table, a strong man wearing a mink coat stood up. There were many scars on his shaved head, and a gold chain as thick as a thumb hung around his neck.

He walks like a mountain of meat, one size bigger than Zhao Liangdong.

"Then you can't blackmail anyone with a bracelet worth a thousand silver dollars."

"One thousand silver dollars? You heard it wrong. One bar and one bar means three thousand silver dollars.

Look at this thing, it’s an authentic Burmese green jade with plenty of water.

The current price in the capital is, if you don’t have five thousand silver dollars, don’t inquire about it.” The strong man looked at the second lieutenant with a sinister smile.

"Five thousand silver dollars, my God!" The woman holding the child cried louder.

"I'm warning you, they are the orphans of martyrs. If you dare to blackmail the orphans of martyrs, you won't get a good deal in the Yamen."

The second lieutenant officer was obviously frightened by the figure of five thousand silver dollars!

"Martyrs, you said martyrs are martyrs? I also said they are...!" The strong man said half of what he said and did not say any more.

The little boy opened the package in his arms and took off the wrapping. Inside was an urn.

"This is my father. He died fighting in Russia with the general. My mother and I are here to take my father home!" Tears welled up in the little boy's eyes like spring water.

"Ouch! What a bad luck, I got hit by a dead man.

Master, you have to make the decision for me. How long will this bad luck last? You need more money."

As soon as the charming woman saw the ashes jar, she spat on the ground with "Bah", "Bah" and "Bah" one after another, with a look of extreme disgust on her face.

"Haha! If you are killed in a battle with the commander, you will have to pay for it.

It can be said in "The Rules of the Ming Dynasty" that if a member of a martyr's family breaks other people's things, they don't have to pay compensation?

But since you are the orphans of the martyrs, I will ask for less, and I will let you go if I give you four thousand silver dollars.

Otherwise, we will go to the Yamen to file a lawsuit, and you will have to pay five thousand taels of silver."

The strong man glanced at the ashes. Although he was stunned for a moment, he quickly calmed down.

The second lieutenant was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do.

I am really not afraid that the gangsters will know martial arts, but I am afraid that the gangsters will be educated. There is nothing the second lieutenant can do about this strong man using the "Da Ming Law" to make an argument.
Chapter completed!