San Liu seemed to vaguely recall the scene.
As for whether it was seven years ago, he had already forgotten.
But he vaguely remembered that he indeed visited Yang City back then, killed a wealthy but uncharitable merchant, and obtained a substantial bounty.
With the money in hand, and in high spirits, he went to a nearby upscale restaurant to have a feast, ordering whatever was expensive.
After finishing his meal, he walked out of the restaurant, picking his teeth with a toothpick, and then saw at the corner of the street a frail girl squatting beside a trash can, filthy all over, with disheveled hair and flies buzzing around her head.
The girl, who looked like a beggar, must have been starving at that time, her eyes shining with a wolf-like green light, staring at the half-eaten roast chicken in his hand.
Feeling good, having just made a lot of money, and seeing the girl in such a pitiful state, he walked over and gave her the half-eaten roast chicken.
