There wasn't a shred of faith...but as his dirty fingers slid over the weapon, more treasured for each look the man continued to give it, the weight was becoming more intimate, more coveted.

"One of the men-"

Tai Huangs voice was very still in the dark room.

And he knew which man to finger already. The scabbing and bumbling fool who troubled him often. "-could have tied you up wrong."