What did you say?
"About the market, Yu Qian didn't say anything."
However, to the King of Han's ears, the meaning of this sentence seemed to grow.
"Was this Gold Medal given to you by Yu Qian?"
The King of Han looked at Zhou Li, a ferocious light suddenly flashing in his eyes, his knuckles turning white from the force with which he clutched the Gold Medal.
"Bestowed, bestowed."
Zhou Li said humbly, "Don't make it sound like this Gold Medal is some kind of amulet that can spare one's life, it's not worth much."
The King of Han didn't speak immediately. He just stared at Zhou Li, knuckles white, gripping tightly. After a moment, he laughed.
"Good, good, good."
After saying "good" three times, the King of Han laughed angrily, "You really can endure, boy, you really dare to endure."
"Last night, my knife was almost at your throat, and you could still hold back from showing this Gold Medal?"
