When he saw the Flying Darts, a trace of surprise appeared in Qin Fang's eyes... They'd actually managed to get them back?
He reached out to take them and nodded. "Thanks for your hard work."
"It was no trouble, no trouble."
The three men smiled sheepishly and hurriedly shook their heads.
Qin Fang paused, then asked, "What should I call you?"
The three of them froze for a moment, then their eyes lit up.
The dark, skinny one said, "My name is Chen Kuo. Lord Qin, you can just call me Monkey!"
"My name is Fang Yan. Everyone calls me Stone." The burly man beside him hurriedly introduced himself.
"My name is Jiang Hao. Everyone calls me Mouse..." The last young man, the shortest of the three, spoke up too.
Qin Fang made a mental note of their names and nodded.
...Since he was going to be staying here, it was important to get to know some of the people around.
He didn't know these three very well, but they had kept their word and helped him get his Flying Darts back, which showed they were pretty reliable about certain things.
For anything major, he would see... but he could still entrust them with some minor tasks.
...After all, he didn't know how long he would have to stay in this market. It couldn't hurt to know a few local toughs.
He looked at the three of them. They were all injured, though their wounds had clearly been treated and bandaged.
"Are your injuries all right?"
He nodded as he asked.
The three seemed flattered by Qin Fang's concern. Monkey hurriedly grinned and said, "We're fine, we're fine. They're only surface wounds. We're tough as old boots, so we're used to it. A few days' rest and we'll be right