Old Liang, as usual, carried a half-empty bottle of wine with "Beicang" faintly visible through his hand.
He supported himself on the stairs, slowly moving his body upward.
The corridor on the fifth floor was pitch-black, connected to several single rooms.
A cool night breeze blew in, swaying the clothes hanging on the line, creating a scene reminiscent of an old horror movie.
Old Liang pulled out a flattened pack of Liming cigarettes, took out the last one, held it in his mouth, but didn't light it.
"I thought, with your cowardly nature, you'd never dare to see me again in this life."
He spoke to the man hidden in the shadows at the end of the corridor.
"Teacher, I'm sorry."
Cheng Ze took a few steps forward but then stopped.
This leader of Beiguan Street, like a student who had made a mistake, stood there nervously.
"Sorry? Haha, hahaha, so many years have passed, Cheng Ze, why are you still such a coward?"
