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"Boss, it's bad! It's really bad! A lot of strange people have come outside!"
The young waiter, Gou Shengzi, rushed to the counter and grabbed Ye Jieyu's sleeve, pulling her towards the door.
"How strange are they?" Ye Jieyu brushed off her sleeves and glanced up at the second floor, where Mu Jingkui was coldly staring at the rooftop with a fierce glint in his eyes.
Following his gaze to the roof at a forty-five-degree angle, Ye Jieyu's forehead immediately broke out in three black lines. "Beiming, you idiot! How dare you tear down my tiles? Do you want to die? Damn that demonic cult, damn Beiming!"
The hole in the roof grew larger, and a man in flowing white robes leaped down from it with a broad smile, landing right in front of Ye Jieyu. "Yeye, I've brought a betrothal gift to marry you..." Before he could finish his sentence, two luminous pearls flew from the second floor towards his front teeth.
Beiming dodged swiftly, cold light shooting from his sleeves straight at Mu Jingkui.
In an instant, flying knives met flying knives; amidst the clash of blades and shadows, two figures—one black and one white—intertwined in midair.
"Two idiots," Ye Jieyu scoffed, pulling out a golden abacus from her waist. She sat down on a chair in the hall and began to click the abacus loudly, her smile widening with each sound.
"A total of one hundred eighty-nine thousand five hundred taels," Ye Jieyu said cheerfully as she kicked aside the two entangled fighters. She placed the abacus horizontally before her. "Who’s paying?"
Mu Jingkui's expression darkened as he remained silent, casting a venomous glance at Beiming.
Two months ago, he had come to kill Ye Jieyu. If it hadn't been for Beiming's interference, there would have been no Ye Jieyu left in the martial world by now.
Of course, he would never have been extorted by her; how could she demand thirty thousand taels for a pile of broken tables?
He could certainly kill her without a second thought, but with so many martial artists present, if he refused to agree to pay first before killing her, the crowd would turn against him. With both Beiming and Ye Jieyu involved, even if he were a celestial being, he would undoubtedly meet his end.
Reluctantly, he agreed to help Ye Jieyu with two tasks before killing her.
As these thoughts crossed his mind, new grudges and old resentments surged within Mu Jingkui; he wished he could strangle Beiming right then and there.
Beiming glared back defiantly but then turned to Ye Jieyu with a sycophantic smile. "You are my fiancée! Asking for money is so vulgar; go ask that poor wretch for it."
"You called him a poor wretch, so why should I ask him for anything?" Ye Jieyu scoffed, casting a glare at Mu Jingkui as if to say that his debt would be settled later.
Beiming looked at Ye Jieyu with a pitiful expression. "Fine, I'll pay. Bring the things in."
At his command, over a hundred followers of the demonic sect carried ten large chests into the inn.
"Yeye, this is the betrothal gift; it’s definitely not just over a hundred thousand taels," Beiming said as he opened one of the chests, revealing a dazzling pile of gold that nearly blinded her.
"One million taels of gold in total. Yeye, let’s honor our bet; I’ll come to marry you next month." With that, he grabbed her hand and brought it close to his lips.
"Upstart," Mu Jingkui snorted coldly. His hand swiftly replaced Ye Jieyu's, intercepting Beiming's kiss. "Disgusting."
"I—ugh!" Beiming jumped back several meters. "You little brat, just wait! One day I’ll catch you and castrate you."
With that, he turned back to Ye Jieyu with deep affection in his eyes. "Yeye, I’m leaving now. The Wudang folks are on their way; remember, I’ll come to marry you next month—don’t forget." With that, he leaped up to the second floor and soared out through a large hole in the roof.
"What's there to look at? Everyone's gone. Now it's time to settle your account. You broke nine tables, so let's say it costs you fifty thousand taels," Ye Jieyu said as she grabbed Mu Jingkui by the ear.
Mu Jingkui's expression darkened as he swatted her hand away. "Aren't you afraid that having too much silver will attract thieves?"
"I'm not worried at all! I have the Number One Assassin in the Jianghu, Mu Jingkui, as my bodyguard. What do I have to fear?"
"One day, I will kill you."
"Oh come on, you said 'one day.' Who knows how long that 'one day' really is? Hehe."
As Mu Jingkui watched Ye Jieyu walk away laughing, he rolled his eyes and tightened his grip on his sword. With a sharp crack, another table was rendered useless.
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