"Haha, that’s something I like to hear. In this world, the weak have no say, makes sense!"

Su Xuan said as he looked at Bu Daming.

"Brother Bu, can we find the Desert Hero Eagle here?"

"Uh... what are you planning to do!"

Bu Daming felt a bit awkward, thinking why don’t you do it yourself, can’t you? The Silver City Eight Swords seem pretty powerful, but are they stronger than you? I bet if you use your Heroic Sword, you could chop all eight swords in half!

"We can’t lose momentum here. Didn’t you just hear Brother Scar say? He said without strength, you have no voice in this world. So let’s see if my money counts as strength. Anyone daring enough to face them will get a guaranteed one hundred thousand yuan. If you can kick one of these eight bastards, you get an extra one hundred thousand, and if you wield a sword against them, two hundred thousand, and if you can kill, one million!"

Su Xuan said with a cold smile.

"..."

As soon as Su Xuan finished speaking, the crowd fell silent, then immediately erupted into excitement because everyone knew that no one there would say anything irresponsible. If Su Xuan couldn’t afford it but dared to say such things, he’d likely get chopped up by everyone.

As they say, under the heavy reward, you find the brave. The moment Su Xuan offered this, many became fired up almost immediately.

In this Great Desert, it’s not just the Desert Eagle. In fact, two-thirds of the people here are desperados. They’re practically madmen. People die for money like birds die for food. Many came here primarily to make money, and the price Su Xuan offered was enough to make them drool. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Brother, are you serious!"

One man holding a Guan Gong’s broadblade roared.

"Of course, it’s true. I understand the rules of the desert. If I can’t keep my promise, you’d probably keep me alive out of spite!"

Su Xuan smiled lightly.

"You bastard, you’re courting death!"

In that instant, one of the Eight Swords charged out, and his longsword transformed into a Sword Qi, roaring out.

"Zing!"

However, in that instant, it was blocked by a man holding an enormous shield!

"I believe you!"

It was a rough-looking man, holding a shield the size of a table, probably homemade, and a very crude spear in his hand.

"I believe you too!"

The man with the broadblade immediately jumped up. As he leaped onto the stage, a series of chaotic scenes unfolded. In no time, a dozen men rushed up. As they reached the stage, the Silver City Eight Swords were shocked, thinking damn, this guy is shameless.

"Anyone else want to get up here, feel free. I like to show off. As they just said, in this era, if you’re not strong, you’re a weakling with no say. I admit my Kung Fu isn’t great, but I have money. Anyone who isn’t missing an arm or a leg can join, ten thousand guaranteed!"

"Damn..."

The Silver City Eight Swords were on the verge of tears. The stage was already big, and the rules of the Dragon Gate Inn allowed for chaos as long as the owner wasn’t challenged. Assuming you had money, of course.

But this guy seemed richer than leaves. Now surrounded by over twenty people, these people looked at them like predators eyeing prey. Killing them meant one million yuan!

In this Great Desert, killing someone was no different from stepping on an ant. After all, so many die from storms or wolves every year.

"Step aside, let me try!"

Suddenly, a woman shouted, and people instinctively made a path. The next moment, a basin of boiling water splashed out.

"Ah..." A man from Wind Snow Silver City screamed, the boiling water blistering his skin.

"Excellent move, fifty thousand!"

Su Xuan sat on the stage railing, speaking with interest. When he finished, people’s excitement hit a peak.

Fifty thousand, my gosh, that’s easy money.

"Kill..."

The subsequent chaos revealed to Hua Manlou, the Young City Lord of Wind Snow Silver City, and the Silver City Eight Swords what strength truly meant.

These men feared nothing, and their sheer numbers overwhelmed those lacking Kung Fu, who charged recklessly.

"Oh my..."

Bu Daming involuntarily gulped as he watched, thinking damn, this guy is burning through money.

"Brother, can I join?"

Bu Daming asked excitedly. He had no idea how much money Su Xuan had. Initially, he thought Su Xuan was just a promising young man, but now he seemed truly wealthy.

"Of course, why let an outsider profit."

Su Xuan chuckled, and Bu Daming rushed in, eager to claim the ten thousand yuan. Normally, a trip into the desert earned only twenty thousand, but climbing onto the stage got you ten thousand instantly, so anybody strong would climb up.

Finally, the Shadow City Sword was knocked down, bleeding profusely, and Hua Manlou trembled with fear. Never had he imagined himself so gallantly defeated by such a chaotic mob.

Su Xuan watched, sneering internally. To survive here, he had to understand what drove these people. Only by understanding their desires could he leverage them.

"Bu Daming, here are my checks; you can cash them directly at the bank. Divvy up according to the number of kills, as I promised!"

Su Xuan said, handing a checkbook to Bu Daming.

"Oh, brother, you’re the most straightforward boss I’ve ever met!"

"Awoooo..."

The crowd erupted, while Bu Daming’s face twitched, thinking damn, you really are a rich person. What was spent in that moment probably didn’t cost less than fifty million, maybe at least twenty million.