Rogue One: An Untamed Story

Chap 8: Feeding Off The Rich

A/N: editing these, i realise i have 14 chaps ready to be published. So i'll just publish as many as i like (or as generous as i'm feeling)

Hope you enjoy
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Liu Yang's Pov:

Jun Bing and his lackeys were chased out of the inn when they were sober enough. They were never allowed to return to cause chaos.

The cultivators promised Uncle Yü that the Juns would no longer have the power to drive smaller businesses out of business. This put many workers, Liu Yang included, at ease.

"Ah, we finally got rid of that troublemaker!" Li En said.

It was closing hours, and the workers were cleaning up and putting away the tables. The five cultivators were generous enough to stay and lend their help.

Uncle Yü approached the cultivators with a kind smile, "I am Yü PingChan, though most people call me Uncle Yü."

The inn keeper lowered his body, "This humble man would like to thank you cultivators for your help with dealing with Jun Bing and his rowdy group of friends. My employees and I are in your favour. How is it that you wish we repay you?"

The green cultivator shook his head, "Uncle Yü, there is no need. We were just doing what was expected of us. Your safety is all that matters."

Liu Yang hid a grin as she spotted the mischevious glint in Uncle Yü's eye.

'That old bastard', she thought.

"In that case, you can pay for all the tables Jun Bing and his goons broke." Suggested Uncle Yü, innocently.

The cultivators apparently hadn't expected such a request. They looked at each other--except WangJi and his friend (his friend looked amused) -- silently communicating on how they should respond.

The green cultivator was the first to break the silence, "But didn't she throw Jun Bing into a table?" He said, gesturing a hand at Liu Yang.

Liu Yang, despite her self-control, slipped on a grin. She shrugged a shoulder, "Yes, but it was his body that broke it."

The Laughing Man, er--Wei WuXian, barked out a sharp laugh. "I like this one."

He rubbed his nose with his index finger and patted WangJi's arm, "Lan Zhan, doesn't she remind you of JingYi?"

WangJi's nod was barely visible, "En."

Still giggling, WuXian held out his hand for HanGuang Jun. Without hesitation, WangJi brandished his money pouch from within his sleeve.

He gave the pouch to WuXian, who untied it and took out a large gold piece, then handed it to Uncle Yü.

"I think this will be enough to pay for the damages."

Uncle Yü tried his best to hide the estatic glee on his wrinkled face, taking the gold piece and hiding it in the folds of his robes.

"Many thanks, Master Wei, HanGuang Jun." Uncle Yü said curtly, and he and his employees all bowed in thanks.

Liu Yang hid her face behind her sleeves when she couldn't take the hilarity of the situation anymore.

'Ah, those men sure did pay well.'

"You never did give us a name, Ma'am." The green cultivator walked up to Liu Yang, with a soft smile.

Liu Yang hummed at him, "Of course, forgive this servant's forgetfulness." She said in a serious tone, but her words implied that she was joking.

"I am Liu Yang." She bowed at the cultivator.

He returned the bow, "You may call me Bing Wen."
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A/N: By now, Liu Yang knows all of their identities.