Before Yang Ge and his son could decide whether to go back to the waterside pavilion to brew a pot of tea to drink while they slowly waited or just stand there waiting for Yang Erlang to return...
Yang Ge came back carrying a burly man alias Yan Futu.
The father and son focused their eyes and saw that Yan Futu, who had just been flaunting his might like a wolf or a tiger, was now held in Yang Ge's hand like a little chick. His sturdy legs were as limp as willows fluttering in the wind, with all his joints seemingly dislocated, especially his arms, which were twisted behind his back like twisted dough.
On closer inspection, it turned out that he had already fainted...
"Uncle, I've caused you trouble again."
As Yang Ge landed, he first apologized to yang Yinghao and then casually tossed a lustrous white jade pendant to Yang Tiansheng, "This guy left without any weapons or money, just carried this little trinket... to pay for your pavilion!"
