The night was as thick as insoluble ink.
Deep in the alleys of the urban village, the greasy sign of the Wen's Restaurant swayed madly in the wind. Its flickering light, like the eyes of a dying ghost, cast an eerie shadow on the wet bluestone pavement.
Chen Mo huddled in the shadow of a broken wall diagonally across from the restaurant, like a cold stone.
Cold! His bones froze!
He stared intently at the restaurant's frosted glass door.
The figure swayed!
Blurred!
But unmistakable!
That tall, thin man with those sinister, triangular eyes!
Li Wen! Li San's brother! The leader of this gang of scum!
Bang!
Chen Mo's fist slammed hard into the broken wall behind him! Hard brick and stone splinters pierced the flesh of my knuckles! A dull ache!
Fuck it!
Finally, someone showed up!
