As the number of people coming and going in the courtyard gradually diminished, Yan Fei seized the opportunity to glide quietly into the house next to Zhang Laosan's when only scattered groups of people remained.
There was a loquat tree in the neighbor's yard. Although not big, it had a considerable canopy and dense leaves, perfect for hiding.
From this spot, he could almost see inside the main room. After a while, the so-called Zhang Laosan emerged.
Fifth Brother was right on the money, he was easy to recognize. Few people wore glasses in those days, let alone a bandit-looking man with glasses.
Gradually, the crowd in the courtyard dispersed, leaving only a few thuggish-looking young men. Their voices were loud enough for Yan Fei to hear. Conveniently, their conversation allowed him to confirm Zhang Laosan's identity once again.
