When dusk penetrated the glass curtain wall of Qingyang City's CBD, Lin Qiu was squatting in the fire escape eating cold pancakes. The phone screen suddenly lit up, and a text message from an unknown number made his hand holding the pancake tremble slightly: "Hurry to Warehouse No. 3 Of Chengxi Freight Station and pick up your father's belongings."
There was the sound of chaotic footsteps from the fire escape, and Lin Qiu hurriedly stuffed her cell phone into her trouser pocket. Three gangsters with dyed yellow hair blocked the entrance to the stairs. The leader was swinging a baseball bat. The metal body of the bat reflected Lin Qiu's pale face: "Boy, you haven't paid enough protection fees last month, right?"
The moment the fist hit, Lin Qiu dodged sideways and pressed his knee heavily on the gangster's abdomen. This was an instinctive reaction he had developed in the underground boxing ring, but when the second baseball bat grazed his temple, a burning pain suddenly appeared on the back of his neck, as if a fire was exploding in his blood.
The gangsters suddenly froze on the spot, watching in horror as blue-gold lines appeared all over Lin Qiu's body. Lin Qiu himself was frightened by this change. His palms pressed against the cement wall uncontrollably. The hard wall was as dented as tofu, and five finger marks were as deep as the bones.
