Chapter 33: The Great Blade Appears
After pleading for a long time, Bian Weikang, whose head was pressed to the ground, sobbing, had already hoarsened his voice. He kept slamming his fists on the ground, a display of endless remorse and intense self-hatred—hatred that he couldn't even protect the woman he loved.
His fists were bloody from the impact.
In the past, as the young master of Wukang Mountain, he had probably never imagined that one day he would be stumped by fifty thousand gold.
His self-reflection today was likely something he would remember for the rest of his life.
Among the onlookers, no one showed him any sympathy; most reactions were ridicule and disdain.
Someone even whispered to a companion: "What's there to be afraid of when a grown man is willing to abandon his dignity? If all else fails, just go and rob them!" Whether he would truly take such a desperate risk if the situation were to befall him was unknown.
In short, to others, Bian Weikang's behavior was a huge joke.
To suffer so much for a courtesan, he had truly disgraced Wukang Mountain.
A batch of onlookers left, and another batch arrived.