As long as you were in the market, it was impossible to avoid dealing with gang members.
Rather than wait for trouble to come knocking, he decided to go make some trouble for them first.
His gaze flickered. Then, holding Xile, he walked toward the courtyard.
A short while later, he arrived in front of the courtyard. Inside, it was pitch-black and silent. Of course, Qin Fang couldn't judge if it was truly silent. His left eardrum had been ruptured, and every sound was muffled, as if filtered through a drum. He could hear louder noises, but quieter ones were another matter entirely.
With a light leap, he was over the wall and into the courtyard. It was deserted. He walked straight toward the house...
Jiang Xin, a robust man in his forties, was sleeping soundly in his room. He didn't stir until a sudden knocking, which sounded as if it were right beside his ear, startled him from his deep slumber.
His eyes snapped open, but all he saw was a dim, yellow light. He was still dazed.
