"I wanted to ask you to borrow it from my second uncle."
At Mo Yun's words, Black Wolf suddenly understood and slapped his thigh.
He remembered now. Just last month, he had helped Mo Yun "borrow" over a hundred taels in protection money from that so-called second uncle of his.
Without the slightest hesitation, Black Wolf thumped his chest and guaranteed:
"Sure, leave it to your big brother! Tomorrow, I'll send some capable men to handle it for you. Another month has passed anyway. It's about time that old bastard paid another protection fee!"
Black Wolf took a deep breath and continued:
"I had my men investigate before. That second uncle of yours is utterly shameless. Not only did he seize your family's shops and farmland, he secretly pocketed a good deal of the silver your father had specifically left for you and your sister. By a conservative estimate, it was at least several hundred taels!"
Hearing this, Mo Yun's brows knitted tightly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
He truly had not known about this before. After all, he had been frail and sickly since childhood, spending more than half his time lying weakly in bed, with no energy to concern himself with anything else.
I wonder if my constitution was so weak back then because my past-life memories hadn't awakened, leaving pieces of my soul missing. Even walking a few steps left me gasping for breath... Mo Yun thought.
Whatever the case, he had certainly chosen the right person to "borrow" this money from.
Gathering his thoughts, Mo Yun raised his bowl of wine and clinked it against Black Wolf's. "Sorry for the trouble, brother," he said sincerely.
"We're brothers! Why be so formal? Come on, let's keep drinking!" Black Wolf laughed, tipped back his head,