The speaker was an old man, his face a pile of wrinkles and his hair snow-white. He was stooped, making his already short frame seem even smaller. Only his hands were an exception—fair, slender, and as delicate as a young maiden's.
Someone recognized him.
He was none other than the man they called Ghost-Hand Liu, a master of classic sleight-of-hand tricks like the Cups and Balls.
This man's seniority was extremely high; even Jin Qiang had to respectfully call him "Third Uncle."
So when he saw him step forward, Jin Qiang couldn't help but stand up and speak.
"Third Uncle, what are you doing…?"
Ghost-Hand Liu waved his hand. "Say no more. Everyone is contributing to the gang, and these old bones of mine can't just sit idle. Besides, I've lived long enough. My son has learned most of my craft, so I can die in peace even if it's today."
Jin Qiang fell silent.
