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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.

What's your favor?

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.

I know what I have at stake. Dunross made his voice grate. Do you?

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-

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

Did you ever see it, this particular one, in his possession, sir?

None, tai-pan. None, the old man had said, wringing his hands.

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 should give it back to Phillip Chen.

Good, the tai-pan said, his face closing.

I know what I have at stake. Dunross made his voice grate. Do you?

You should give it back to Phillip Chen.

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?

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.

None, tai-pan. None, the old man had said, wringing his hands.

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-

The family Wu, sir.

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

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?

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-

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

Good, the tai-pan said, his face closing.

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.

Paul Choy shifted uneasily. There were four coins, tai-pan. Mr. Chen's coin must be one of the others. This one belongs, belonged to my father. You remember what he said at Aberdeen?

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.

Are you now?

This is China. Lots of curious things happen in China. You think I'm a fool to be bamboozled by an ancient legend?

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