Liu Yuanzhou told Third Master Liu Chuang and Zhang He what had been said during his meeting with Wang Dafa.
Third Master fell silent for a moment, then sighed. "This is the best outcome."
The stone hanging over Zhang He's heart finally fell to the ground. He muttered, "That's good too. I'd been worried that my father would suffer retaliation from the Wang family. Now I can finally rest easy."
But Liu Chuang was deeply indignant. All the torture he had suffered had been inflicted by the Wang family—how could it be so easily brushed aside? Unable to hold it back, he complained to Liu Yuanzhou, "Old Man Wang hasn't harmed us enough already? And you still want to avenge his son?"
Zhang He could not help saying, "But we really do bear some responsibility for Fatty Wang's death."
Liu Chuang curled his lip. "We weren't the ones who killed him."
Zhang He retorted, "If we hadn't taken him into the woods, he wouldn't have been killed."
Liu Yuanzhou took Third Master by the arm and led him outside. He still had something important to discuss with him.
"Third Master, there's something I'd like to ask your help with." He did not dare look at Third Master's face, instead lowering his head to stare at the tips of his shoes.
"Hehe, what is there for the two of us to be embarrassed about? Hurry up and say it." Third Master smiled.
"I... I want to borrow some money from you." Liu Yuanzhou finally voiced the words he had held in for so long.
"Ah, I thought it was something serious." Third Master reached into his clothes, took out three or four taels of loose silver, and stuffed them into Liu Yuanzhou's hand. "Take this and spend it first. If it's