Yang Ge laughed, "No need, this matter can only be handled by me."
Yang Tiansheng became even more curious, "What exactly is it? The Ming Sect can't lend a hand?"
Yang Ge, "What else could it be? It's the business with the Five Poisons Cult."
Yang Tiansheng, "Didn't Yan Shijun die by your hand? What else is there to worry about?"
Yang Ge spread his hands, "Yan Shijun is dead, but I haven't gotten my money back!"
Yang Tiansheng, "Huh? You're still planning on asking the Five Poisons Cult for money?"
Yang Ge, "Why not? That's the hard-earned money we brothers risked our lives for all the way from Dongying. Why wouldn't I want it back?"
Yang Tiansheng, "But aren't you no match for the person behind the Five Poisons Cult?"
Yang Ge, "If I can't beat him, should I just forget about the money?"
Yang Tiansheng, "If you can't beat him, how are you going to get it?"
Yang Ge casually sipped his tea and said, "I may not be able to beat him, but he couldn't kill me either, could he?"