Master Jin gnashed his teeth in fury, looking as if he might beat the Liu Brothers senseless right then and there.
"Whether you give it or not, that's up to you. We brothers weren't bought by you, and we weren't part of this Golden Troupe to begin with. Our old master passed away, and you took advantage, dragged us here without paying a cent, and made us do all this. If you treat us well, naturally, everyone benefits."
In the end, Master Jin deflated like a punctured ball and agreed. I caught a glint of cunning satisfaction in Big Liu’s eyes.
After Master Jin headed to Little Red’s tent, the Liu Brothers boarded the carriage meant to take them to the estate. As soon as they got in, they knocked out the driver. I watched as Big Liu, acting suspicious, ran to the sleeping area—at that hour, almost no one was around, and the guards were patrolling the perimeter.
"Yvonne, I'm heading out for a bit. You sleep first."
"Huh? Sis? At this hour, where are you going?"
Feng Liyun’s eyes darted suspiciously as she stammered.
"My stomach hurts."
After Yvonne Yang let her go, Feng Liyun nervously stepped outside, clutching a bundle and setting it beside the tent. Suddenly it hit me—she was trying to run away.
Sure enough, once outside, Feng Liyun threw herself into Big Liu’s arms.
"Big Liu, maybe we really should take my little sister with us?"
"No way, Liyun. Yvonne is stubborn—if she finds out, we’ll never get away. Don’t you want to be with me?"
Feng Liyun hesitated, glancing over at the tent again and again, torn between staying and leaving. Big Liu hugged her and kissed her.
"Liyun, once we’re out, we’ll use this money to start a business. In a few years, we’ll come back for your sister. She’s only eleven, still years away from marriage. But you can’t wait—the old pervert is already picking someone out for you."
Finally, Feng Liyun nodded. Big Liu took her hand and asked another question.
"By the way, Liyun, did you bring your things?"
Feng Liyun nodded.
"Don’t worry, Big Liu. I already stole the keys from Old Wang a few days ago. There’s only a bit over two thousand taels, but I’ve packed it all."
Big Liu’s eyes lit up. He took Feng Liyun’s hand, and the three of them drove off into the pitch-black night, escaping by carriage.
"Damn traitors, bastards, you... you, Old Wang..."