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datatime: 2022-12-02 03:29:43 Author:OSuKUqWu

The family Wu, sir.

None, tai-pan. None, the old man had said, wringing his hands.

You should give it back to Phillip Chen.

The family Wu, sir.

Dunross had already talked to Phillip Chen about the coin. Is there no way to prove it's yours, Phillip? he had asked him.

I presume you have your half with you. Let's go to the assayist right now. He got up, testing Paul Choy.

Me. Sir. Paul Choy stared back at the tai-pan, unafraid, even though his heart was beating faster than it had ever beaten - even more than when he was on the junk a lifetime ago - the young Werewolf's blood on his hands, the half-dead, mutilated body leaning against him, and his father shouting at him to throw the man overboard.

You should give it back to Phillip Chen.

Sorry, tai-pan, I don't have to prove anything, Paul Choy replied confidently. I just have to present the coin and ask the favor. In secret. Everything secret, that's the deal. If it's the real coin your honor and the face of the Noble House is at stake and the fa-

The young man shook his head, his throat tight. No. You're absolutely no fool, tai-pan. But if I present the coin, you will grant the favor.

What's your favor?

First I guess I'd like to know if you're ... if you're satisfied it's one of the four. I'm satisfied.

I presume you have your half with you. Let's go to the assayist right now. He got up, testing Paul Choy.

When the door was shut, Paul Choy wiped his hands without noticing it. I've come about step one, sir. Sorry we had to put it off from yesterday, but, er, the wax impressions - they fitted one of your two remaining half-coins?

He went down to the next floor, to his office. Afternoon, Mr. Choy, what can I do for you? He had already sent condolences about Four Finger Wu.

No sir, sorry but no. Paul Choy felt his heart about to burst, the thong around his neck suddenly a noose, the half-coin burning into his flesh. Sorry, but I don't think that's a good idea.

No sir, sorry but no. Paul Choy felt his heart about to burst, the thong around his neck suddenly a noose, the half-coin burning into his flesh. Sorry, but I don't think that's a good idea.

You should give it back to Phillip Chen.

I know what I have at stake. Dunross made his voice grate. Do you?

First I would ask who has the other half, now that Four Fingers is an ancestor.

Me. Sir. Paul Choy stared back at the tai-pan, unafraid, even though his heart was beating faster than it had ever beaten - even more than when he was on the junk a lifetime ago - the young Werewolf's blood on his hands, the half-dead, mutilated body leaning against him, and his father shouting at him to throw the man overboard.

You'll have to prove Four Fingers gave it to you.

Are you now?

Did you ever see it, this particular one, in his possession, sir?

Sorry, tai-pan, I don't have to prove anything, Paul Choy replied confidently. I just have to present the coin and ask the favor. In secret. Everything secret, that's the deal. If it's the real coin your honor and the face of the Noble House is at stake and the fa-

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