"Brother Leng, don’t be too upset."
Lu Yuanbin’s eyes reddened. He looked over at Leng Yuan, who was staring intently at An Dongyang and Old Nine. He assumed that Brother Leng was planning to get revenge for him, and he was deeply moved.
"Don’t go looking for trouble with An Dongyang. It’s not worth it."
He wiped at his eyes, trying to force his tears back. He looked completely dejected.
Leng Yuan caught sight of a few people approaching out of the corner of his eye. When he turned his head, he saw Lu Yuanbin’s eyes were as red as a rabbit’s. He was at a loss for words.
"Who said I was going to go after An Dongyang?"
Lu Yuanbin was speechless.
’Seriously? Do I really mean so little to Brother Leng?’
’And here I was, worried that Brother Leng would actually go after An Dongyang. Turns out I was just getting ahead of myself.’
Lu Yuanbin felt a surge of indignation. Just as he was about to say something, he saw several men in the distance walk up to An Dongyang. They acted chummy, draping their arms over his shoulders. A couple of other men appeared next to Old Nine as well.
Lu Yuanbin was speechless again.
"That An Dongyang is so shameless! Finding one false witness was bad enough, but now he’s actually found five or six more people? This is just despicable!"
He couldn’t take it anymore. ’That An Dongyang has completely lost his mind.’
Wang Laoer also looked righteously indignant, but as he continued to watch, he realized something wasn’t right.
’Why do those guys look so familiar?’
He rubbed his eyes and took a closer look. He recognized them.
’Isn’t that Boss Lü from the casino?’
’What are they doing here?’
Wang Laoer’s mind whirred, and it all clicked. An Dongyang owed Boss Lü a gambling debt of one thousand yuan. Back then, a textile factory worker only made fifteen yuan a month, and a pound of napa cabbage cost two fen. One thousand yuan was an absolute fortune.

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