"A hundred thousand isn't even enough for us to party with women. We don't want the money, we want our Hall Master, give us back our Hall Master, give us back our Hall Master..."
Some people were shouting there. These people were all mid-level leaders of the Holy Mouse Hall. A hundred thousand meant nothing to them.
But for those at the grassroots level, a hundred thousand was a significant amount of money.
However, mid-level leaders generally had influence. When they caused a scene, others also followed suit.
Seeing the scene on the verge of chaos, Jin Guozhong again shouted at the top of his lungs, "Stop arguing, let me say a few things."
Jin Guozhong felt relieved when he saw they were causing a commotion over money. This meant they were already thinking about taking the money and leaving.
After all, in this line of work, who knows what tomorrow will bring? Compared to the few who died yesterday, they were considered lucky.
