"You're not like me at all," Yang Luochen said, shaking his head. "If it were me back in the day, carrying a dragon head stick, I would have just gone and fought. Whoever didn't submit would be beaten down directly. It wouldn't matter who came from the Prefecture City; before our stick, all are equal. Moreover, you're ranked ninth and he's tenth, so there's even less to be said."
"It's not that I'm afraid of him," Chen Ku said. "I just think it's unnecessary. I have no grudges against him. To run over and fight to the death over such a minor issue isn't worth it. If he were willing to give me eight or ten thousand silver, I might consider lending him a hand."
"You sly kid, you never do anything unless there's a profit to be made," Yang Luochen said with a scolding laugh. "But, I'm relieved by your attitude. You won't suffer losses in the future, unlike your senior brother..."
Yang Shaoqi interjected, "What about me now?"
