"Ah, so it's Brother Li! Of course I know him. Of course I do. When we were kids, his dad would bring him over to my house for every festival and New Year's celebration."
When the man said this, Yang was completely baffled. Did this guy know Senior Brother Li or not? If he didn't, why did he sound so sure? But if he did, Senior Brother Li didn't seem like the type to enjoy social visits.
Just as Yang was totally lost, the man became even more enthusiastic. "Come, come, I must have scared our little junior brother. This is just a small token, I hope you don't mind."
A heavy gold brick slid from the man's sleeve, thudding into Yang's hand. It had a blood-stained corner and was so heavy it made his hand ache.
"Junior Brother, I guessed right away that you must have a connection to our Brother Li. See? I've even brought your wagon over. Quick, take a look—this is your cart, right?"
