One kick after another.
Wei Bulun finally understood the thief Terence's intentions. He isn't helping me drive away the bandits at all; he wants to hoard all this Gold for himself!
"Lord Terence," Wei Bulun couldn't bear it any longer and questioned Yan Xing, "how much Gold do you actually want?"
After kicking a box off the carriage, Yan Xing replied to Wei Bulun, "How much Gold I want is determined by how much Gold there is on the ground. This is part of our commission agreement, Mr. Wei Bulun. Why do you ask what you already know?"
Wei Bulun stopped his men from moving the Gold and said to Yan Xing, "Lord Terence, you are indeed very powerful. But excessive greed will bring you misfortune. Please don't take what does not belong to you."
Sparks leaped, and music began to play.
Then, at a certain moment, it all suddenly stopped.
The electricity that then surged forth writhed chaotically like a swarm of snakes, blasting open all the boxes of Gold on the carriage.
