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Chapter 268 Advice Over Drinks

"Prodigal son? What do you mean?" I asked the restaurateur who had aroused my interest to know more about our new friend. He cast a look at Zhang Er'ge and chuckled. "Best you ask him yourself," he muttered and he scrambled around the table, collecting all the mounds of bamboo sticks from our table before he left.

It was time to delve more about our friend. By the sound of it, Zhang Er'ge's past did not seem disgraceful. "So, Zhang Er'ge. What did the proprietor mean by 'prodigal son'?" I asked and Zhang Mingwang giggled as a preoccupied finger caressed the scar on his arm. "It's all things of the past," he remarked dismissively and I decided to prod no further. But a voice came from another table, yelling, "Zhang Er'ge? You self-conscious clod! If you're reluctant to, then let me tell his story!"

We twisted our heads back and saw three men grinning as they came to us. The man on the most left was the shortest with a height that almost matched Chongxi. The

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