"This place isn't bad."
A burly man at the table joked, "Should we kill first then bury, or bury first then kill?"
Anyone with eyes could see, these men were teasing the sword-carrying boy.
"This place?"
Chu Guo feigned ignorance, hesitatingly asking back, "Isn't this place not so great?"
"Killing and burying are easy to discuss, it's the same wherever we choose."
The bandit leader lifted his long saber, scrutinizing it as he spoke, "The important thing is, a fifty-fifty split is too little."
"Sixty-forty, seventy-thirty?"
Chu Guo hesitated, struggling to say, "The lowest I can go is eighty-twenty; any more than that is impossible."
"Too little."
The bandit leader wiped the blade with a blue cloth soaked in alcohol, taking his time as he said, "We do business by taking everything. Kill you, and your master's money, women, all become ours."
"...Good idea."
