I kowtowed three times in front of my grandma's soul. When I got up, I knocked over the bag of paper money that I had burned for her.
The ashes rose up like the neon reflection of the city at night.
A Gui limped and handed over the steel pipe: "Brother Jin, Black Dog's people are at the street corner."
I took it and weighed it - it was too light.
In this world, some debts must be paid with blood.
