The two women were instantly dumbfounded, staring blankly at the man before them. Wait, hadn't he saved them because he thought they were pretty?
He was actually going to rob them too.
"What are you standing around for? Hand over all your numbered tokens, now. And you lot too, hand over every last one."
The others quickly took out their numbered tokens. Only the woman with the exceptionally full, perky chest looked at Song Zhong pleadingly and tried to negotiate. "My name is Yan Chenglin. I'm from the Yan Family of the Capital. My aunt is a disciple of the Hundred Peaks Sect, and several people in my family are in the Xingyi Sect. Could you give me some face and not take my numbered tokens? Our Yan Family will owe you a favor. When you enter the Xingyi Sect in the future, I can have them look after you."
"No. You want to freeload? Where in the world is there such a good deal? Hand them over. If you don't, I'll search you."
Song Zhong rejected her without a second thought, then continued, "If you want numbered tokens, easy. Go find someone. He has a mole on his chin..."
The moment Song Zhong finished speaking, Yan Chenglin cried out, "I know him! I remember him. Quite a few people were hunting him in the mountain to the east. But it seemed they couldn't find him, and he managed to hide."
"The east? Which mountain?" Song Zhong immediately grew excited. At last, there was news of Song Yichen.
"About thirty li east of here," Yan Chenglin promptly answered. "I told you where he is, so... can you not rob me?"
"That area is way too broad. Give me an exact location, and I really won't rob you."
Song Zhong gently