"If you can't pay it back, then let us take your granddaughter as payment." The young man pointed to the handprint on the contract and said, "It's clearly written on the contract, and you even put your handprint on it."
"I'm an illiterate old man. They told me they would pay back fifty-five coins, not eight hundred and seventy. They also didn't say they would take my granddaughter to pay off the debt," the old man cried. "General, you must do me justice!"
“Fifty-five coins were for one day’s loan. You’ve owed it for a month now. You can’t not pay back the money, so we have to use your granddaughter to settle the debt,” the young man said.
"Let me see the contract," Wang Han said.
"Look, it's written clearly on it, and he even put his fingerprint on it," the young man said, handing the contract to Wang Han.
"Tear..." Wang Han took the contract, tore it up without even looking at it, and said nonchalantly, "My hand slipped, I didn't see the contract."
The young man watched Wang Han tear up the contract without any urgency. "Don't think you don't have to return it just because of this. Even without the contract, everyone here saw you tear it up. If we go to the authorities, I'll still be in the right."
“I never said I wouldn’t pay back the money. How about I pay back the money the old man owes you?” Wang Han said, taking his Dragon-Slaying Greatsword from the white rhinoceros’s back. “Paying back debts is only right and proper. How about this, this sword of mine is not bad. I’ll give it to the old man to pay off his debt and settle the debt with you.”
"Really?" the young man asked excitedly. Wang Han's knife was so big, 1.3 meters long, wide and thick, its value must be more than one gold coin.
"What a huge sword! It must weigh at least a hundred or two hundred pounds." Cao Cao exclaimed in admiration as he saw Wang Han take his weapon off the white rhinoceros's back. He quickly said, "Mr. Wang Han, how can I use your weapon to pay off my debt? How about this, I'll pay off the old man's debt."
"General Cao, no need," Xi Zhicai stopped Cao Cao, saying, "Not just anyone can withstand my lord's blade."
“Of course it’s true, here you go.” Wang Han smiled and tossed the knife to the young man.
Seeing Wang Han throw the knife at him, the young man quickly reached out to catch it.
"Crack..." A series of bone-cracking sounds rang out. Although the young man caught Wang Han's knife, the weight of the knife broke his hand and knocked him to the ground. His chest was crushed, and he kept spitting out blood and foam. He was barely breathing.
"Kill! Murder!" Upon seeing this, the servants behind the young man released the old man's granddaughter and shouted loudly.
The people who had been watching the commotion on the street were all frightened and kept their distance.
"This knife must weigh at least six or seven hundred catties." Cao Cao was shocked as he looked at the young man who had been crushed to death. At first, he thought that the knife weighed at most two hundred catties because Wang Han lifted it so easily, and that it was just stuffed with other things to make it look big.
Wang Han stepped forward and picked up his knife again. Looking at the young man's corpse, he said, "The character for 'profit' has a knife above it. It seems your profit was too heavy for you to handle."
"Well said, 'A knife hangs above the word 'profit.' Insightful," Cao Cao said.
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