Fan Yang smiled. "Xiao Jiang, I'll go get those items. Why do you have to bother Old Zhao?"
"I want to see how big his ego is!" Jiang Jinfu laughed coldly. "This is the Soaring Eagle Cavalry, not the Great Light Peak!"
"Yes, yes, yes." Fan Yang grinned. "This is the Soaring Eagle Cavalry, but what's the matter with you today, Xiao Jiang? Why do you keep picking on Old Zhao?"
"Elder Fan, are you trying to pick a fight with me as well?" Jiang Jinfu noticed there was something amiss about the way Fan Yang spoke.
Fan Yang waved his arm dismissively. "Of course not. I'm just curious and I want to ask you."
The twenty prisoners on death row were comprised of young and middle-aged men, with no elderly men among them. They looked at Fan Yang and Jiang Jinfu curiously.