[He is the fiercest hawk in Fengjin City, and I am the hottest blade in his cage.]
Gu Yuanshan first saw Huo Xu on the stage of a pear garden opera house.
With a toss of his water sleeves and a glance that could turn heads, one performance of The Drunken Concubine captivated half the city.
That very night, the warlord showered him with gold bars and locked him in an ornate cage.
“From now on, opera singer, you’ll sing for me alone.”
He didn’t know that beneath the canary’s golden feathers lay a poison-coated blade.
The top assassin of Night Owl, “Jinghong,” had lain in wait for ten years, all for the chance to wipe out the family that had slaughtered his own!
On a night of captivity, he gripped the other man’s chin and sneered:
“Since when are actors entitled to freedom?”
With a gun pressed to his chest, he tore open his opera robe and struck back, killing him in one move:
“Marshal, take a good look. I’m the King of Hell, come to claim your life!”
