Under Lao Changhai's careful ministrations, Huang Yingying finally stirred back to consciousness. The moment he saw Wu Jinliang, tears spilled from his eyes, and he pleaded mournfully, "Master Gao, it was all my fault. I don't want those fifty gold anymore. They're all in my pocket. Take them. Can't you let me go?"
Wu Jinliang pointed his dagger at him. "Can you talk properly?"
Huang Yingying immediately stopped crying and said miserably, "I've been talking properly all along. You're the one who never gave me a chance."
Wu Jinliang didn't like the sound of that. He pointed at the assassins. "You said you didn't know them. You call that talking properly?"
Well, Huang Yingying instantly stopped feeling wronged. Even on his battered, unrecognizable face, a trace of embarrassment showed. He continued pleading, "Master Gao, we've known each other for a while, haven't we? We've eaten and drunk together, had fun together, even visited brothels together. You can't just turn your back and pretend you don't know me!"
The two of them shared that kind of friendship? Lao Changhai turned to look at Wu Jinliang. That part, he could believe.
Wu Jinliang waved his dagger. "Stop wandering off the subject. Tell me, what's this about Lord A-Xun having Death-Defying Incense? If you can't explain it clearly..." He grabbed a lock of the man's tangled hair and drew it across the blade, severing it. "Our friendship ends here."
Huang Yingying pulled a mournful face. "You won't believe me even if I tell you. The moment I mentioned Death-Defying Incense, you started hitting me. If I keep going, you'll beat me to death. How am I supposed to dare say more?"
Wu Jinliang felt a little embarrassed too, but fortunately, he was the one controlling the conversation. As long as he refused to