The Second Master’s eyes gleamed with greed, "How much are these two horses worth?"

Lao Fang couldn’t take his eyes off those two horses, "Worth how much?"

"These two horses are likely to fetch tens of thousands of Gold pieces and some would still be willing to buy."

The Second Master and Master Ming exchanged glances; the Second Master licked his lips, while Master Ming’s breathing became hurried.

You Er and Qi Er kept their eyes on the Second Master, knowing he was the one who could make the decision.

Though they couldn’t hear what they were saying, by observing their changing expressions, they knew that the value of the horses had been acknowledged.

Given this, they probably wouldn’t casually resort to violence and harm the horses.

You Er cupped his hands, "Esteemed heroes and leader, you should all see clearly now, these are indeed sweat-blood horses."

"If you keep these two horses, word gets out, I’m afraid the entire Niu Tou Mountain will remain unsettled."

"Experts from the martial world and the court would likely notice."

The Second Master understood this logic, yet he was currently riding a tiger, unable to get off.

According to Master Ming’s view, these two young men had unusual identities and couldn’t be killed.

The horses were precious, yet couldn’t be seized, for grabbing them would invite trouble.

But now, letting them go was also not an option, the brothers on the mountain wouldn’t care about this, and it was impossible to let these few people leave freely.

He was in a dilemma.

Qi Er now took out his money bag, raised it high, "There are two hundred Silver pieces inside here, we hope everyone will show mercy and let us go."

Someone on the mountain shouted, "You say let go and we let go?"

"With so many brothers, two hundred Silver pieces won’t even fill the gaps between our teeth!"

Someone echoed, "Yeah, why waste words, kill them and both their Silver and the horses will belong to us."

Qi Er and You Er exchanged glances, You Er said, "I told you, these two horses will only bring trouble to Niu Tou Mountain."

"No matter what, we’re not going to leave the horses behind."

Suddenly, in a cold voice, he said, "If you truly want a fight, I have a suggestion."

The Second Master was troubled and quickly replied, "Speak."

"Why not wager on a duel."

"If we win, you let us go."

"If we lose, we don’t have much Silver on hand now, but once we leave, I’ll have someone send over ten thousand Silver pieces to redeem our horses."

"What does the Second Master think about that?"

As soon as You Er finished speaking, someone else started clamoring again, "Second Master, stop the nonsense and kill them for the Silver."

Someone shouted, "Yes, who believes they’ll send Silver in the future—that’s a fairy tale!"

The Second Master scolded loudly, "Who’s in charge here? You or me?"

"Damn, all you know is fighting and killing! Not a single brain cell!"

"Everyone shut up and listen to me!"

The Second Master pondered for a moment, "Fine, a toll of ten thousand Silver pieces cannot be denied."

He squinted his eyes, "However, how the fight unfolds, that’s up to me."

You Er suddenly cupped his hands toward the Second Master, "The kid is thirteen this year, my brother is fifteen," then fell silent.

The Second Master paused and then almost laughed in anger, deliberately revealing their age so he would feel embarrassed to act too harshly.

The Second Master cursed inwardly, thinking this kid was quite cunning, and said, "Alright then, you two are young, I won’t bully you."

"The two of you against six of us."

"Two at a time, three rounds. If you can knock everyone down, it means we’re outmatched at Niu Tou Mountain, and letting you go wouldn’t be a problem."