Chapter 35 35 Just as Wen Yan had expected, the calm was merely a superficial facade. The three of them walked for about ten minutes. Sweat beaded thicker on Old Yang's forehead, yet not a single rickshaw was in sight. Perhaps spooked by the earlier gunshots, the rickshaw pullers had stayed far away, unwilling to risk their lives for a few coins. Shen Po had been hauling books all day and was utterly exhausted. Normally, he would refuse to walk for ten minutes, let alone lift a foot, but by…