In the Manhattan District, by the Hudson River, Li San was practicing Tai Chi in the practice room of a luxurious mansion.
Not long after, the telephone started to ring.
He walked over and picked up the phone, "Sixth Master?"
"Li San, that Japanese man has come to my turf again, and this time I'm afraid we'll need you to take action," came Sixth Master's voice over the phone.
"Alright, where?" Li San didn't hesitate and asked directly.
"Queens, Liu Luo's place."
"I'm on my way."
"Thank you for this."
"Sixth Master, you're too polite."
"I've sent Sun to pick you up, we can talk more when we meet."
"Okay."
After hanging up, Li San methodically began to change his clothes.
Twenty minutes later, Li San walked out of the front door of the house. This time, he donned a white Sun Yat-sen suit and a pair of black cloth shoes with thick soles; he did not wear glasses.
On the street side, a black sedan was already waiting.
