Bab 92: You Can Leave

It was becoming bright outside as the glimmer of dawn began to unveil everything in the world. A noodle stall was set at the intersection of the road to the river levee and the street leading to the older residential communities.

The simple tables and chairs of the stall were toppled over in disorder. There were bowls, noodles, and chopsticks scattered everywhere, and an iron pot was lying upside down a dozen steps from the stall. A gray-haired stall keeper lay paralyzed behind the natural gas furnace trembling with fear in his eyes. There was a hideous, eyeless, corpse that was covered in p*ss and sh*t lying on the ground not far from him. In addition, there were two hatchet men curled up and clutching at different parts of their body respectively. The two men were either moaning softly or unconscious, with their lives, swiftly slipping from their grasp. The surrounding area was bathed in blood and urine.