The neon lights blurred on the wet alley wall. Shen Lian dragged his weak right leg and threw a bag of things into the rancid trash can. The leather of the training gear was soaked hard with blood and sweat, and made a muffled sound on the edge of the barrel. The terminal screen was dazzlingly bright in the rain, and the small words under the retirement agreement were like neon on a rainy night. Shen Lian dragged a lame leg out of the back door of the Iron Cage Club.
