When Tian Tianci's fist hit the bridge of the other person's nose, his mind was still thinking about the bill in front of his old mother's hospital bed. The thirty-year-old man lived like a mess for the first half of his life. He moved bricks at a construction site and set up a stall at a night market. Finally, he was cornered by loan sharks and had to accept the bloody meal of "liquidating accounts".
This time the target was hiding in a B&B deep in the Wudang Mountain Scenic Area. It was said that he owed a local boss three million and hid next to a Taoist temple for psychological comfort. Tian Tianci disguised himself as a tourist and shuttled on the bluestone road with a hiking bag on his back. Amidst the scent of incense, the tranquility of the Taoist Qingxiu place was incompatible with the stick in his pocket.
At night, he squatted under the old locust tree on the back wall of the B&B and waited. The evening wind blew past the pine waves. He suddenly tripped under his feet and fell into the grass. My palm pressed against a cold hard object...
