In the dirty and dilapidated house, Granda, Graham and other families fell to the ground and rolled and struggled, howling in pain.

"Money, my money!" Granda's eyes were red and she wailed, "My money, my money, my money!"

Granta's body twitched, his face contorted and ugly, like a ghost. His eyes were red, and he exuded a fierce light that people didn't dare to look at. Granda, who was so weak that she didn't even have the strength of a human warrior, didn't know where the strength came from, and her ten fingers sank deep into the green bricks on the ground, scratching deep marks on the green bricks.

The nails and fingers were grinding against the bricks, but Granda felt no pain. He just convulsed and wailed in pain, and large tears of blood and tears continued to slide down his face.

The rest of Granda's people were no better, and his few brothers twitched in the same pain, staring at the empty entrance to the tunnel, and wailing in despair, like a lone wolf with a dead mate.

"My money, my money!" these Granda's brothers and sisters screamed, "Granda, return our money, return our money!"

Two ugly middle-aged women pounced on Granta, their sharp claws slashing across his face, slashing his old face, which was not very handsome. Blood bubbled up quickly, and Granda, who was in despair and pain, jumped up in anger. He clenched his fists and struck his two sisters in the face.

"It's your fault, it's your fault!" Granda wailed, "You must have robbed me of my money, it must have been!"

Graham stared at the entrance of the tunnel, his fat convulsed violently, the corners of his mouth slowly pulled away with his eyes rolling, and a hysterical cry like a cuckoo's blood gushed out of his mouth frantically!

"Granda. Old immortal, you old miser!" Graham angrily pointed at Granda in the fierce battle and roared, "You asked me to keep all my money here, in the name of the patriarch. Ask all the clansmen to keep their money together, because you say that it is safer to put it together! I have entrusted you with more than half of my property for safekeeping, but my money! my money!

Graham jumped in anger. It beats like a fat toad. His muscles swayed violently, and he wailed hoarsely: "My yellow gold coins! My white silver coins! My shiny and lovely copper! I am reluctant to eat, I am reluctant to wear, I am reluctant to find a woman, and even a wife is reluctant to find one, lest they spend all my money!"

Like a whirlwind, Graham pounced on Granda's body, and grabbed Granda's neck with both hands. He bared his teeth and roared: "I am conscientious, careful, and frugal with the money that is easy to earn, all the profits I have made for my family in the past few years, as well as my own money. It's all gone, it's all gone, it's all gone!"

Granda rolled her eyes as she was pinched by her own son, and his body twitched in pain.

The rest of the tribesmen rushed forward. There was a flurry of punches and kicks at Granda. These people, who had fallen into a state of despair and madness because they had lost all their wealth, did not take it lightly, and many of their fists and kicks beckoned to Granda's fatal point.

Fortunately, the strength of these clansmen of Granda is weak, and many of them are not as strong as ordinary teenagers because of long-term malnutrition. So although they surrounded Granda and let him fight, Granda survived.

However, Graham has the strength of a status warrior, and he pinched Granda to the death. This almost strangled his father to death.

Granda let out a cry of despair, and at the moment when he was about to be strangled to death by his own son, he pulled out the knife he had used to cut bread and ham from his sleeve and stabbed Graham in the thigh. Blood spurted out, and Graham howled in pain, clutching his injured thigh and retreating sharply, then howling hoarsely.

"My silk leggings! Leggings worth three hundred gold coins! You damn old thing, you broke it! You ruined a pair of leggings worth three hundred gold coins! My money, my money, my money!"

All the people of Granda looked at Graham at the same time, and they were all dressed in robes made of coarse cloth or linen, and although each of them had a net worth of 100,000 or hundreds of thousands of gold coins, they were dressed no different from ordinary poor peasants.

For a long time, everyone looked down on Graham in gorgeous clothes, and everyone thought that he was the loser of the family, the biggest loser. But because they really have no discernment of luxuries, they have always thought that the clothes on Graham's body, such as his silk trousers, were at most two or three gold coins.

Suddenly, when Grimm said that his trousers were worth three hundred gold coins, everyone's eyes instantly turned red!

"You damn fellow!" a middle-aged man roared angrily, "It's time for us to save money and save money for the family." When our children can only eat gruel to feed their stomachs! When we are sick, we can only drink a lot of water to lower our body temperature, and we are reluctant to take a little medicine! When we can only live a thin animal skin in winter!"

Another middle-aged man looked at Graham bitterly and howled hysterically: "You damn loser, three hundred gold trousers! Three hundred gold for a pair of trousers, this is enough for all our clansmen to live a good life for five or six years!"

Several middle-aged women, all of them Graham's aunts, these old women who were not old and decrepit, with ugly faces and no trace of fat powder on their faces, jumped up like ghosts and frantically pounced on Graham.

"Why can you wear trousers for three hundred gold coins when we live so festively?" the old women wrestled at Graham with sharp claws. Looking at their desperate energy, they had the urge to completely disfigure Graham and grab his eyeballs out.

Graham angrily drew a dagger and swung it wildly, shouting loudly and intimidating the old women who had fallen into a state of madness. His heart was full of grievances, full of melancholy, and a kind of pain that he had made great contributions to the family, but was not understood by the family.

Silk leggings for three hundred gold coins, is this what he is willing to wear?

Wasn't it because he wanted to do business with those nobles in high society that he bought the title of nobleman and replaced it with this brilliant outfit? Without such a valuable thing, which nobleman would want to deal with him Grim?

In the past five or six years, Graham has only had three outfits that he can handle! The dignified baron, the owner of millions of gold coins, has only three sets of fancy outfits that he can put out to meet people!

These damn guys, these parasites who sit back and enjoy their lives, these scum of the family, they don't understand anything!

All they know is that they keep asking for gold!

What are they going to do but spend money? Of course, Graham admits that these damn guys don't spend a lot of money, and there are a lot of people who spend as much as two or three gold coins a year for their entire family, which is much more economical than many of the people in the city, even the slums.

But because they were members of the family, and because they had a certain stake in the family business, they had to deduct a layer of gold dust from every gold coin Graham earned! Over the years, Graham had been exploited by them for hundreds of thousands of gold coins!

"Hit me, hit me hard!"

Graham rushed to his feet with a vicious breath in his heart, and he jumped up hysterically, wielding his short sword to force several old women back again and again, and then shouted loudly at a dozen of his own guards. Graham's guards rushed up with gloomy faces, and beat Graham's group violently.

Although Graham's guards are really inadequate, they are only one of the worst mercenaries in Port Vias. But these people also have the strength of a person or even a lower rank. In the face of this group of ordinary people of the Graham family, they can easily knock over one of them in three or two clicks.

Graham roared angrily, and kept giving orders to fight to the death. So the guards were ruthless, and they broke the arms of the Graham people, kicked them in the thighs, broke their ribs, and beat them to the ground, spitting blood from their mouths.

Even Granda had an arm broken and fell to the ground crying.

Graham spat heavily on the ground, he glanced at the people in disgust, glanced at Granda with emotionless eyes, and muttered in a gloomy and gloomy whisper: "Father, so be it! You have failed to fulfill your promise, our money, all our money, is gone! Then, divide the family! From now on, my business will be my business, and I will not care about you anymore, and you will not have to care about me anymore!"

Taking out a silk handkerchief and wiping his nose fiercely, Graham said fiercely: "Now you are all a bunch of poor bastards, but I am different...... I still have two million gold coins in the bank of the Zài Jinbei family, and you will die of poverty, and I will still be Lord Baron Graham!"

With a cold snort, Graham turned and left, his guards making a few rude gestures to Graham's people, and then hugged Graham tightly and left the small courtyard filled with screams.

Granda howled hoarsely, "Graham, you damn bastard, you come back to me, you come back to me!"

And the other clansmen also shouted: "Divide the family, Granda, divide the family...... There's no way to get over this day!"

Granda froze, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood. (Your support on this site is my biggest motivation.) )