Now the burly man held that tiny snuff bottle in his hand, and the sight looked distinctly incongruous.
But Yang Qing and the others did not laugh.
Because the snuff bottle being in that burly man's hands meant Lin Zhong was in their hands as well.
Although Yang Qing's group was not particularly close to Lin Zhong and Du Yongquan, it was obvious that the two had been dragged into this because of them.
Yang Qing exchanged a glance with Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou, then said calmly, "Since you two gentlemen are so hospitable, wouldn't we be terribly ungracious if we refused?"
Seeing that Yang Qing had changed his mind, the two men knew he had understood what lay behind this. Their expressions softened at once. "This way, everyone."
Yang Qing and the others followed the two men to an utterly unremarkable little courtyard.
The courtyard was not large. A single glance was enough to take in everything happening inside.
And yet this little courtyard was not small, either.
Not in terms of its size, but in terms of the imposing aura emanating from within.
Yang Qing looked up at the lintel above the courtyard gate, then glanced back at Jiang Zhizhou. "Xiao Zhou, it seems we'll have to be a little more discreet in the future."
Jiang Zhizhou wholeheartedly agreed. "But to some people, it makes no difference whether we're discreet or not."
"True enough," Yang Qing replied.
Bu Er and Ouyang Lin followed behind them without a word. Whenever Yang Qing wanted to trade veiled barbs with someone, he loved saying things laden with hidden meaning.
Once they entered the courtyard, Yang Qing saw Lin Zhong sitting alone in a chair, looking utterly exhausted.
Hearing the noise at the entrance, Lin Zhong looked up and saw Yang