Jiang Wuwang gritted his teeth, directly extending his hand to Ningxue Sword: "Give me twenty taels of silver."
"Give you?!"
Ningxue Sword widened his eyes, incredulously looking at him: "Give you? Give?! Damn! Is this how you people from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect ask for loans, all high and mighty?"
"I have no money. You give it to me," Jiang Wuwang said.
"So arrogant with no money?"
Ningxue Sword said, "You poor bastard, you don't even have this small amount? And I should give it to you? On what basis?"
Jiang Wuwang angrily replied: "If you hadn't hit me, would I have spat blood?"
Ningxue Sword retorted furiously: "Bullshit! You're from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, who else would I hit if not you!? Or should I hit my own people?"
Jiang Wuwang was completely speechless: What he said makes so much damn sense!
"Then lend me twenty taels first."
"No lending!" Ningxue Sword said: "You two, take him away, lock him up for ten days as compensation. That's the rule."
