The crowd at the Hundred Spirits Meeting was massive.
Strong or weak, everyone showed up to soak in the excitement.
Events like this usually drew people from similar backgrounds together.
Garcia Coleman stared coldly toward Mason Raymond's direction, a slight sneer playing at his mouth.
"My scheme can move forward," Garcia Coleman said with a grin.
...
Hours passed quickly, and soon darkness settled over everything.
The man with the mustache and I tracked down an inn where we could crash for the night. Before we could even reach for our wallets, some friendly guy nearby had already covered our bill.
"Pretty nice of him," I couldn't help saying.
"Yeah, you've become quite the celebrity at the Martial Arts Hall. You wouldn't believe how many folks see you as their hero now," the man with the mustache mumbled.
I just shrugged it off. The thought hadn't really crossed my mind before.
That day hadn't brought me much luck, since the Hundred Spirits Meeting stretched on forever.
