Li Yun stared at him for a few moments, and then a faintly mocking look crossed his face.
"Borrow it?"
"Exactly," Zhang Kuanglie said, nodding eagerly.
Li Yun's smile vanished.
"Zhang Kuanglie, do you really think I've never heard of you?"
The bearded man's expression stiffened.
"If I hand this token over to you, what guarantee do I have that I'll ever see another one?" Li Yun went on.
Zhang Kuanglie opened his mouth, but Li Yun did not let him cut in.
"We aren't friends. We've never even spoken before today. Yet you show up in front of me, offer nothing of equal value, and expect me to give up the right to a precious middle-level secret technique because of a few promises." His gaze turned cold. "Do you take me for a fool?"
"You…"
Zhang Kuanglie's expression changed, but only for a moment before the friendly smile came back.
