Hung chuckled, low and deep. “He's Sanfu's boy, all right.” “Fu,” Naomi said, “you can question Jay later. We need some other answers first.” He looked at Jay, then at Hung. “Why did you attack us?” Hung scratched his heavy beard. “It's a rite of passage. You should feel honored.” Jay laughed. “Right! And Hung is still upset that Mr Johnson got the best of him! I'd wager he also hasn't forgotten that you were the one who threw Mr Johnson the spear, Naomi. Hung is still walking with a bit of a limp.” Naomi ignored him. “Where is Mr Johnson?” Hung flashed a sarcastic grin. “He left last night to get Jay. You know who she is, don't you?” “Yes, I know who she is,” Naomi snapped. “When will they return?” “Two weeks,” Hung said. “Two weeks!” Naomi said. “We can't wait that long. We have to do something now!” “Don't worry,” Hung replied. “We have plenty for you to do now.” Fu rolled off Mr Johnson and stood. “Like what?” he asked. “Yeah, like what?” Mr Johnson said as he climbed d
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