From the left, three men approached, each carrying four or five long, slender Fraxinus mandschurica sticks.
The man leading the way was short, looking to be only about five-foot-three.
The two men behind him were powerfully built, yet they walked timidly.
Li Baoyu fixed his gaze on the pair and sneered, "Well, well, if it isn't Li Dachen and Li Erchen. What's this? You two going to hunt a Black Bear's Den again?"
The last time they met, Li Baoyu had still called them "brother." This time, however, he was using their full names.
Hearing Li Baoyu's sarcastic words, Li Dachen and Li Erchen's faces turned bright red, but they dared not say a word.
