The night hung low, occasionally interrupted by the sound of dogs barking from the darkness.
Three gangsters walked arm in arm, swaggering into the alley behind the Hou Family.
The leader, a short and stout man, chewed on a reed and reached inside his open collar, rubbing the sweat and grime, "That... that girl new at Cuixi Hall, her chest is incredibly soft, then... a few hits of opium to relax, relax..."
However, the slimmer tattooed gangster behind him hesitated, "Boss, did you hear that Yan Lao San and the others were at the dock today, got hooked and died shortly after returning, their bodies still floating in the river."
"Several people have died in the past two months, maybe we should quit..."
Smack!
Before he could finish, the stout man slapped him, cursing, "I... I say, has your head been kicked by a donkey? This stuff is worse than dying if you stop suddenly, I won't bear that suffering!"
With that, he gave the skinny guy a hard shove and continued to walk forward.
