Ning Lang was dumbfounded. He was completely stunned, unable to believe it. "Three, three hundred silver coins? Who? Who sold me out? I'm only worth three hundred silver coins? Are you kidding? Come back! You skinny guy who's as thin as a monkey, come back! Come back and explain it to me!"
The steward, who had walked a few meters away, heard the words coming from behind him, his face darkened, he turned around with his hands behind his back and walked forward, staring at Ning Lang grimly: "Fatty, who did you just say looked like a monkey?"
Ning Lang was also a man who knew the times. Seeing the thin man with a gloomy face, he could not help but be secretly frightened. The other party was a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, and he dared not offend him. He calmed himself and said, "Let me go! I can give you money."
The manager looked him up and down with contempt and disdain in his eyes: "Give me money? All you have left is this fat body and this tattered, smelly clothes. Where did you get the money?"
"I… "
He was about to speak when he finally realized something was wrong. The spiritual energy in his body seemed to have completely disappeared, and he was just like an ordinary person. His foundation-building skills seemed to have completely disappeared, which made him feel a little flustered, and he swallowed back the words he wanted to say.
It’s true that he is the young master of Ningcheng, and his net worth is unimaginable to others. However, if he tells these people his identity, wouldn’t he be in greater danger
Just as he was thinking, the manager waved his hand and said, "Take the man down and watch him carefully. There will be an auction tonight. Send all of them up there. This guy is white and plump. I believe someone will be interested in him."
Upon hearing this, Ning Lang's eyes widened: "What's so good about this? I'm warning you, don't mess around! You'd better let me go, or you'll regret it! Do you hear me? Let me go!"
"Let you go? Dream on!" The steward pinched his chubby face and said with a smile: "Fatty, it seems that you eat well. You have more meat than others."
"You old thing, how dare you take advantage of your grandfather! Do you think you can pinch my face?" Ning Lang was furious. His hands were handcuffed, so he kicked directly. Fortunately, the manager dodged quickly, otherwise he would have been kicked in the crotch.
The manager who dodged had a gloomy face and rubbed his fists together, making a crackling sound. The next moment, he swung his hand and punched Ning Lang hard in the stomach. There was a bang and Ning Lang groaned. His face turned red and his body shrank slightly, as if he couldn't catch his breath. He couldn't speak for a long time.
"You still dare to act wild here? I think you deserve to be punished! Don't bother with him for now, lock him up in the ninth iron cage to temper his edge. I want to see how wild he dares to be in the ninth iron cage!" He snorted heavily, flicked his sleeves and left.
The two sturdy men brought the curled-up Ning Lang to a cage marked with the word nine, opened the cage, pushed him in, and locked it again.
"What are you doing! Let me out! Let me out! Bastards! Let me out!"
After he recovered, he banged on the iron gate and shouted, but no one paid any attention to him. Suddenly, he felt a bad and dangerous aura behind him, and turned around cautiously. When he saw this, his face turned pale, and he swallowed his saliva and leaned against the iron gate.