"I see..." Having followed Boss Chen for so long, Liu Lang had naturally heard the name Immortal Drunk.
"He didn't suspect anything?"
"He went through another alley. I didn't dare let him come this way."
Liu Lang hummed in acknowledgment and asked no more questions. Bypassing the others, he headed straight for the pit deep within.
Seeing that everything was ready, Zhang Dabao cleared away the bricks and stones stacked against the earthen wall, revealing a room made of wooden logs inside. A dim oil lamp hung from the ceiling beam, illuminating Li Sanyuan, who lay on a wooden bed.
Liu Lang took one look, cleared his throat, forced a ferocious smile onto his face, and walked in first.
"Li Sanyuan..."
About half an hour later.
Liu Lang looked at the yellow paper in his hand, bearing a signature and a fingerprint. He cracked his neck, squeezed out of the wooden cabin, and muttered, "I talked nicely to you, but you just had to force me to get rough."
