Mr. He had no such good temper and directly spoke with sarcasm:
"I'm telling you again, Mr. Zhuang, we've said all the good words.
Just now, Old Wu sent someone to convey to us that if we pay one-third of the protection fee, among our three families, your family has more than a dozen people, and together we are still less than fifty people.
Now our civilian group, after this cold weather, has dwindled from over a thousand people to about 800.
Once we enter Safe City, the protection fee will be waived, and we can still enjoy a supply of 5% of the resources for the remaining 750 people.
Think about it, if that's the case in the future, how comfortable our lives would be."
Mr. Zhuang looked at his face, felt nauseous for a moment, and angrily said:
"Whatever you want to do, I don't care, but I definitely disagree. I would rather die than comply.
