Gao Deng grabbed Da Huzi's fist tightly, angrily saying, "He's just a child, what kind of grudge do you have to beat someone to death?"
Da Huzi tried hard to pull his hand back, but found he couldn't at all; this person had a great grip, making his wrist hurt terribly.
"His father was a dead gambling ghost who owed us money. His father's dead, so he should pay us back. He has no money, so even if I beat him to death, he deserves it!" Da Huzi said confidently.
The boy sobbed, "I already persuaded my father not to gamble. My mother was angered to death by him, and now he's already been beaten to death by you. Can't you let me go?"
"Debt repayment is a matter of course. If we let you go, who will pay us back?" Da Huzi shouted.
Gao Deng felt a bit annoyed, frowned, and said, "Beating him to death won't get your money either. Just tell me how much his father owed you?"
"A hundred taels of silver." Da Huzi said.
