At the agreed time, Lin Ye arrived at the alley. As he expected, Gao Gong and his gang didn't dare show their faces.
Standing in the empty alley, Lin Ye remained silent for a moment, then slowly rolled up his sleeves.
He had been at a disadvantage in his fight with Chen Weiwei, managing to block her punch, but his arm was now covered in bruises.
Looking down at the bruises, he muttered to himself, "I'm not feeling well right now."
He was alone in the alley; who could he tell about his troubles? So, of course, no one responded.
Lin Ye walked to the door of a house, took out his money bag, counted out some loose silver, placed it on the door, and muttered to himself again.
"Here's some money for your firewood."
Then he took out a tinderbox, blew on a flame, and walked towards the pi
