The villagers faced the daunting cold light of the military knives and suddenly lost their courage.
After all, they were just farmers.
The other side was soldiers.
The villagers had no choice but to put down their weapons, filled with anger but not daring to speak.
Only then did the official nod in satisfaction.
"That's more like it. Going against us won't end well for you. Why bring trouble on yourselves?"
"Tell you what. Seeing how cooperative you are today, let's make it fifty thousand instead of two hundred thousand."
He extended five fingers, smiling coldly.
As if this wasn't extortion, but benevolence.
The villagers, hearing that the amount had decreased, thought that fifty thousand was much less than one or two hundred thousand.
So they stopped complaining and could only silently call their luck rotten.
The official laughed coldly, swaggering as he was about to leave the village.
"Boss."
Suddenly, a young soldier called out to him.
The official turned around.
