Ma San was in a good mood. Although he'd received two palm strikes from Zhang Lie earlier and suffered internal injuries, at least things had gone smoothly in the end.
He stayed at Guangshun City for a full nine days before the word finally came from the Flying Dragon's side that the goods had been prepared. Ma San hadn't been idle either; of course there were people behind him keeping an eye on the Flying Dragon's movements, especially their efforts at gathering supplies. Very soon news came to Ma San: "No problem."
After all, with two prior experiences, Ma San had some confidence in the Flying Dragon. He felt much less worried than before.
But as for the two people who'd come with him, their faces stayed tense the whole way here, making Ma San snicker inwardly: Really now, people who've lived too many peaceful days—get nervous about every little thing, it's amusing to watch.
The two making Ma San want to laugh were Zhang De and Xu Qian.
