Scarlet fireworks blossomed. A skinny man with a protruding mouth discarded a half-eaten bone and stood up from the meat-laden dining table.
He was thin and short, yet his appetite was astounding, and he loved eating meat.
A pair of beady eyes fixed intently on the fireworks outside the window, wiping greasy hands on the expensive curtains: "The negotiation broke down, the Bamboo River Society made their move."
The door opened at that moment, and a man who seemed to suffer from albinism walked in with a very serious expression: "Old Ya, the brawl in the Third District has begun, Mountain Lord took most of our men, we can't be careless tonight."
"Everyone is focused on the Third District, who would be stupid enough to target us in the First District at this time? They must be tired of living!" The skinny man called Old Ya was completely unconcerned as he tossed a bony piece of pork from the table: "Ban Nu, how about we brothers have a drink?"
