"Oh no! There's an assassin! The third leader has been killed!"

The Green Wood Gang was in complete disarray; their first thought was that an assassin had killed their third leader.

Jiang Yuan made no comment, calmly saying, "If I've said something wrong, I can't take it back!"

"Of course, dead people are an exception!"

Jiang Yuan stared intently at Song Xiangming, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Song Xiangming's hand, clutching the IOU, was trembling. If he wasn't mistaken, the death of the third brother was inextricably linked to the person in front of him.

"We really are here to collect a debt! Look at the IOU!" Song Xiangming felt like he had really run into a ghost today, actually bumping into such a powerful figure. If he had known that such a powerful figure was here, he wouldn't have dared to come even if he had ten lives!

The world today is not the rule-of-law society of the past; might makes right.

Ignoring the commotion caused by the Green Wood Gang, Jiang Yuan took the IOU and glanced at it. "Are you sure this is an IOU?"

“That’s right, I still have Wen Manqing’s indenture here!” Song Xiangming took out another piece of paper.

"Your Green Wood Gang is really something, isn't it? You've already started using Holy Spirit Stones as the unit for IOUs from just over ten days ago. You're practically prophetic!" Jiang Yuan said disdainfully, looking at the date on the IOU.

"This is the money that guy owed before the cataclysm. After the cataclysm, the currency became invalid, so it's reasonable for us to convert it into Holy Spirit Stones!" Song Xiangming argued logically. At this moment, he wasn't a gangster, but a pitiful person who had failed to collect a debt. He didn't believe that you would still take action after this. If you did, you wouldn't be human.

"How reasonable!" Jiang Yuan took the contract of sale again and glanced at it a few times. "The date on this contract is correct, but you need to find whoever signed it!"

The handwriting on the indenture was clearly that of a man. Jiang Yuan recalled what Wen Manqing had said before, and it was probably the same thing she had said.

"Her boyfriend took her with him at the time, and he specified that if he didn't have the money, he would have to use her to pay off the debt. If we couldn't get the money, we could only accept her as payment!" Song Xiangming was anxious. He was a big shot in his own right. It was one thing to fail in beating someone, but if he failed to collect the debt, wouldn't he be laughed at by other gangs? He couldn't afford to lose face like that.

"Brothers of the Green Wood Gang, draw your knives! Let's chop this arrogant bastard down today!"

It seemed that the members of the Green Wood Gang had sensed Song Xiangming's anger, and at the second-in-command's command, everyone became restless.

"Holy crap!" Song Xiangming was startled and couldn't help but exclaim this beautiful interjection.

"Go, fuck it!"