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You should give it back to Phillip Chen.

Paul Choy shifted uneasily. There were four coins, tai-pan. Mr. Chen's coin must be one of the others. This one belongs, belonged to my father. You remember what he said at Aberdeen?

No sir, sorry but no. Paul Choy felt his heart about to burst, the thong around his neck suddenly a noose, the half-coin burning into his flesh. Sorry, but I don't think that's a good idea.

Dunross stared at him silently, trying to shake him, dealing with him Western style. Paul Choy wavered but held his gaze steady. Interesting, Dunross thought. You're a tough little bastard and good. Now, are you an emissary of Goldtooth Wu, the eldest son, or a thief and here on your own account? He left the silence hanging, using it to undermine his opponent while he rethought his position. The moment Paul Choy had called yesterday to ask for an appointment he had known the reason. But how to handle it? Four Fingers barely dead and now I've a new enemy, he thought, strong, well trained with lots of balls. Even so, he's got weak links like anyone. Like you have. Gornt's one of them. Riko could be another. Ah, Riko What is it about her that moves you so much?

The family Wu, sir.

Me. Sir. Paul Choy stared back at the tai-pan, unafraid, even though his heart was beating faster than it had ever beaten - even more than when he was on the junk a lifetime ago - the young Werewolf's blood on his hands, the half-dead, mutilated body leaning against him, and his father shouting at him to throw the man overboard.

Dunross kept his eyes boring into the youth. It's Phillip Chen's.

This is China. Lots of curious things happen in China. You think I'm a fool to be bamboozled by an ancient legend?

None, tai-pan. None, the old man had said, wringing his hands.

None, tai-pan. None, the old man had said, wringing his hands.

The young man shook his head, his throat tight. No. You're absolutely no fool, tai-pan. But if I present the coin, you will grant the favor.

He went down to the next floor, to his office. Afternoon, Mr. Choy, what can I do for you? He had already sent condolences about Four Finger Wu.

You know this coin was stolen from Phillip Chen? Paul Choy stared at him, then recovered quickly. This coin's from Four Finger Wu. I know of no theft. It came from my father, that's all I know. It was my father's.

Forget that How do you recover the half-coin before the favor?

Me. Sir. Paul Choy stared back at the tai-pan, unafraid, even though his heart was beating faster than it had ever beaten - even more than when he was on the junk a lifetime ago - the young Werewolf's blood on his hands, the half-dead, mutilated body leaning against him, and his father shouting at him to throw the man overboard.

Paul Choy shifted uneasily. There were four coins, tai-pan. Mr. Chen's coin must be one of the others. This one belongs, belonged to my father. You remember what he said at Aberdeen?

I know what I have at stake. Dunross made his voice grate. Do you?

Dunross stared at him silently, trying to shake him, dealing with him Western style. Paul Choy wavered but held his gaze steady. Interesting, Dunross thought. You're a tough little bastard and good. Now, are you an emissary of Goldtooth Wu, the eldest son, or a thief and here on your own account? He left the silence hanging, using it to undermine his opponent while he rethought his position. The moment Paul Choy had called yesterday to ask for an appointment he had known the reason. But how to handle it? Four Fingers barely dead and now I've a new enemy, he thought, strong, well trained with lots of balls. Even so, he's got weak links like anyone. Like you have. Gornt's one of them. Riko could be another. Ah, Riko What is it about her that moves you so much?

Dunross stared at him silently, trying to shake him, dealing with him Western style. Paul Choy wavered but held his gaze steady. Interesting, Dunross thought. You're a tough little bastard and good. Now, are you an emissary of Goldtooth Wu, the eldest son, or a thief and here on your own account? He left the silence hanging, using it to undermine his opponent while he rethought his position. The moment Paul Choy had called yesterday to ask for an appointment he had known the reason. But how to handle it? Four Fingers barely dead and now I've a new enemy, he thought, strong, well trained with lots of balls. Even so, he's got weak links like anyone. Like you have. Gornt's one of them. Riko could be another. Ah, Riko What is it about her that moves you so much?

Forget that How do you recover the half-coin before the favor?

Who in the family Wu? Dunross asked harshly, deliberately rough. The coin was given to an individual who would pass it on to an individual. Who?

Who in the family Wu? Dunross asked harshly, deliberately rough. The coin was given to an individual who would pass it on to an individual. Who?

First I guess I'd like to know if you're ... if you're satisfied it's one of the four. I'm satisfied.

Forget that How do you recover the half-coin before the favor?

He went down to the next floor, to his office. Afternoon, Mr. Choy, what can I do for you? He had already sent condolences about Four Finger Wu.

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