The next morning, sunlight poured down like gentle rain.
Ye Xuan rode his bike to buy breakfast.
Fried dough sticks and soy milk, a nutritious combination.
Li Jianhua was dressed in a blue work uniform, a true man, with rough skin, looking tough, and a gaunt face, sharp as if carved by a knife with distinct features.
"The usual."
Ye Xuan lit a cigarette, and tossed one to Li Jianhua.
"Alright."
Li Jianhua squinted his eyes and smiled.
He packed six fried dough sticks and three bowls of soy milk, handing them to Ye Xuan.
At this moment.
The sound of footsteps echoed.
A few young men, with vicious expressions, surrounded Li Jianhua's breakfast shop.
The leader, broad and burly, had an Azure Dragon tattoo on his right arm and short, cropped hair, looking very efficient.
"Brother Jianhua, when can you pay back the money you owe?" The leader's eyes were wide as saucers, his face twisted with menace, and he spoke coldly.
