It's not just Lin Mu who's feeling depressed; Young Master Qi, who found no favor at the Supreme International Club during the day and was scolded harshly upon returning home, is so miserable he nearly spits blood. Naturally, he needs to vent, skipping dinner to do so. As the sun sets behind West Mountain, stars fill the sky, and with a blazing anger, Young Master Qi steps out of the house, intending to find a place to revel wantonly.
However, taking a shortcut, he barely makes it into the alley when chaotic footsteps sound behind him. Qi Junwen's expression changes, he's about to turn around when his head is covered with a greasy sack, smelling foul, probably used to store dead pork.
Lounging in luxury, Young Master Qi is nauseated, unable to utter the word "fuck" before countless fists and kicks rain down on him.
