Where there are people, where there is Jianghu, there is chaos, there is death.
Especially in this remote town without government control?
On a bleak autumn night, cold rain drizzled continuously.
Wind chimes under the eaves jingled faintly, dreamlike.
The owner of the Cold Smoke Meat Shop, Li, was just putting down the wooden pole propping up the oiled paper window when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps approaching from afar. Someone was running hastily, chased closely by others.
He glanced outside and saw figures flooding in from the alleyhead, led by a pair of children running ahead.
Their black hair clung wetly to their foreheads, with a slightly taller girl on the left and a boy on the right.
Behind them was a group of brawny men looking like retainers, wielding sticks and shouting loudly.
Snap!
The boy fell to the ground.
The girl paused, quickly stopping to help him.
But in that moment, both were already surrounded by the retainers.
