The Viper Gang came looking for trouble, leaving Su Zongheng with mixed feelings. The good news was that he'd pocketed 10,000 silver dollars for free; the bad news was that his injuries weren't healing well.
“If this had happened six months ago, how could that guy have dodged my kick?” Su Zongheng thought with a frown. Even injured, he could still deal with Baldie Qiang without much effort, but the implications were different.
Six months earlier, Su Zongheng had been carrying out a secret mission when, somehow, word got out. His enemies laid ambush after ambush, and he fought with all his might to break through, only to take a hidden arrow to the chest that broke three ribs. The ribs shifted out of place, making it extremely difficult to breathe. If Su Zongheng hadn't possessed extraordinary willpower and forced himself to hold on with his last breath, he would already have been meeting the King of Hell.
But what followed was no better. After escaping, Su Zongheng tried every medical treatment he could find, but toxins had eaten away at his three broken ribs, preventing them from healing completely and weakening his combat abilities to a degree.
On top of that, Su Zongheng was horrified to discover that he could no longer contact his organization. His records had also been erased, turning him into a person who “did not exist.”
Su Zongheng knew that something major must have happened at the top. But given his condition, he had no choice but to lie low. By chance, he came to the small city of Qingjiang, where he could recover while waiting for an opportunity to act.
