Leng Yuan took some time off, told Gu Jiaojiao he was leaving, and headed to the County Town.
He went straight to Lu Yuanbin's house.
Lately, Lu Yuanbin had found himself with nothing to do.
Most of the black market business had been diverted to the neighboring county, and while he still got a cut, he was left idle.
And all this free time was making him antsy.
He lay in a rocking chair under a tree, sipping tea and cursing An Dongyang's name.
'It's all that bastard's fault,' he thought, 'conspiring with Old Nine to screw me over. Luckily, Brother Leng and Zhang Tianming warned me to lay low, so they couldn't pin any hard evidence on me.'
'Otherwise, I would've been facing a firing squad.'
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
'I wonder when Brother Leng will show up and help me get some payback.'
Speak of the devil. The moment Lu Yuanbin thought of Leng Yuan, there was a knock on his courtyard gate.
