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I presume you have your half with you. Let's go to the assayist right now. He got up, testing Paul Choy.

You'll have to prove Four Fingers gave it to you.

Dunross had already talked to Phillip Chen about the coin. Is there no way to prove it's yours, Phillip? he had asked him.

You'll have to prove Four Fingers gave it to you.

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

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?

Are you now?

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.

You should give it back to Phillip Chen.

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.

Sorry, tai-pan, I don't have to prove anything, Paul Choy replied confidently. I just have to present the coin and ask the favor. In secret. Everything secret, that's the deal. If it's the real coin your honor and the face of the Noble House is at stake and the fa-

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 had already talked to Phillip Chen about the coin. Is there no way to prove it's yours, Phillip? he had asked him.

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.

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?

The family Wu, sir.

You'll have to prove Four Fingers gave it to you.

What's your favor?

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

First I would ask who has the other half, now that Four Fingers is an ancestor.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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