Looking at the young man before him, Zhang Yuanmin couldn't help but be reminded of his former self—poor, yet resourceful and brave.
But then he looked at himself now. 'I've really let myself down,' Zhang Yuanmin thought, hating how the Black Bear had scared him witless. He'd lost all his former courage, leaving his sharp mind with no way to put its schemes into action.
'How pathetic!'
Gu Yang, sitting opposite Zhang Yuanmin, noticed his troubled expression. He took the paper-wrapped packet of potassium aluminum cyanide from his pocket and placed it gently on the *kang* table.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanmin snapped back to his senses and quickly asked Gu Yang, "What's this about?"
"Huh?" Gu Yang said. "Brother Zhang, you didn't look right. If you want to keep this and use it, I won't take it."
