After dinner, Zhang Rongfang bid farewell to his sister and left to go home and relax.
His residence was not far from the Commerce Bureau. It was possible to walk there at a leisurely pace.
At night.
Teams of officials occasionally hurried past on the streets of Wushan Prefecture.
The leaders were mostly strong and muscular individuals.
As he passed a rice ball shop, Zhang Rongfang looked at the bowls of pure white, tender glutinous rice balls and decided to sit down and order a serving.
Even though he'd just had dinner, a little snack on occasion was quite nice.
Just as he sat down, two people burst out of the liquor shop in front of him.
One person was wearing a straw hat and dressed in black clothes, holding a Mountain Opening knife, which he pointed sharply at the other person.
The other person wore a large, flowing robe, but it was clear that he had an amputated arm, raising a whip with his single hand.
