I, the former number one killer in the world, now just want to open my small teahouse to support my retirement in advance.
Unexpectedly, the first guest turned out to be an old enemy who had retired six doors down, and he insisted on joining me.
The first case I took on was to help a widow find chickens that had been stolen.
We were speechless, but we still found it - the private seal of the martial arts leader was embroidered on the butt of the chicken.
The old enemy was silent for a moment: "This chicken... Maybe he is a martial arts leader?"
