Chapter six

Yan Lang opened a small jar, popping the pill into Bing Zhou's mouth, as Bing Zhou swallowed it, "Southern Government used poison when using bullets, just in case."

"Your one to talk, your the one shot—and still giving me one? Are you sure you are not concerned about my well-being?" Bing Zhou inquired.

"You talk too much." Yan Lang spoke, "The only reason I need you alive is that you are my cub birth giver, otherwise I wouldn't bother with you at all."

"Ha? What are you talking about?" Bing Zhou inquired, "When did I give birth to that child? Are you crazy?"

Yan Lang stood up, "You talk too much."

Yan Lang wiping the dirt off his pants, placing a small cap on his head, "You shouldn't ask too many questions, it wouldn't end well for you."

Bing Zhou snorted, "Since when have we become close enough to talk to each other like this?"

"We didn't." Yan Lang replied, "Don't think highly of yourself."

Yan Lang ducked down, "I can't believe they're hunting like dogs, what did we ever do to them?"

"It's not that I did anything." Yan Lang explained, "It's rather these aren't men from the south government but from the Jung family, obeying the orders of their wicked little mistress, who's known to gain whatever she desires, apparently she wishes for me to become her caretaker—I don't desire cubs from her."

"How did I get dragged into this mess again?" Bing Zhou inquired.

"You told her that she was a drunk, sex-addicting woman who needs to grow up and get a proper job." Yan Lang replied, "Do you not remember this? Jeez, your memory is rather wretched isn't it?"

"No, I don't." Bing Zhou remarked, "Anyways, are you sure this isn't going to be troublesome—what happens when the internal chambers envoy arrives, in three days?"

"Who said she was going to make it to Shang-Han, alive?" Yan Lang inquired.