The fat man was named Ma Biao. Those who knew him called him Big Seller Ma. He was one of the owners of Southwest City's livestock market. Though he didn't deal in people or livestock, he was responsible for coordinating the many merchants and assigning places to those who arrived first. He was, in the truest sense, a Great Protector.
It was hard to justify sacrificing such a major enterprise just to help Jia Lian, with whom he had only an ordinary friendship, take revenge.
Old Man Mu said to the Dragon King with unusual seriousness, "I know these fat men best. They're sly and treacherous, and lies spill from their mouths. The moment he started talking, he sold out Moonlight Hall. There are only two possibilities: either he's deliberately rambling, or he's hiding an even bigger secret. Dragon King, let me torture him. I guarantee that even his farts will be the honest truth."
Tu Gou furrowed his brows, as if he could already smell the stink. "You just want to torture people. At least let him finish, then we can decide whether he's telling the truth."
Old Man Mu gave a snort. Seeing that the Dragon King seemed to agree more with Tu Gou's idea, he fell silent.
Big Seller Ma was already terrified, and it had nothing to do with Old Man Mu. He remembered clearly the slash Jia Lian had taken across the head and face. As soon as he got home, he packed his things, planning to lie low in Loulan. He hadn't expected to fall right into the hands of these two old men. He knew some martial arts, but the moment he saw the Dragon King's men, he surrendered without putting up any resistance.
"I'm not hiding anything. Not a thing. The truth