"Huh?" Li Baoyu froze, looking at Zhao Jun in surprise.
Zhao Jun whispered, "There might be trouble soon."
Hearing this, Li Baoyu looked back toward the entrance. Although no one was there now, he was reminded of something that had happened the last time they came to Yong'an Town to sell a Gall.
"Yeah, no more drinking. Let's just eat," Li Baoyu said, pushing the small wine jug to the corner of the table.
Outside the restaurant, in an alley between two rows of houses across the street, six men were squatting against a wall. Their movements were uniform; they all had their arms crossed, with their hands tucked into the opposite sleeves.
Just then, a man hurried in from the mouth of the alley. One of the six, a man wearing a yellow cotton-padded jacket, looked up and asked him, "Are those two kids eating?"
"Yup." The newcomer wore a black cotton-padded jacket and a dog-fur hat. He had a large mole between his eyebrows, making him look like he had a third eye.
