Late evening at the Lianshun Escort Agency, all the people gradually left, shouting back and forth, leaving only a couple of torches burning in the front and back yards.
Today, Zuo Jinxiang did not rest at the Escort Agency, she tidied up the kitchen in no time, and turning her head, she called out, "Meng Leader, be careful tonight," then merrily headed home with her basket, locking the back door on her way out.
In the front yard, Han Hu, holding up a few recruits, was stylishly giving them instructions, and after sending them off with a wave of his hand, he scampered like a monkey to the back yard, heading straight for the row of rooms by the wall, and without knocking, he slipped right into the furthest room.
A tung-oil lamp was lit on the table, and the window was opened halfway, when a gust of wind blew in, flickering the flame and instantly adding a smoky, burning smell to the room.
