In the old streets of Night City, I worked three jobs and waited to die.
My parents left me a copy of "Hunyuan Qi Jue" and half a piece of Shouxin Jade.
I don't want to be a master, I don't want to be in the limelight, I just want to eat a hot meal in peace.
But they smashed up Lao Zhang's breakfast shop and burned down my rental house.
My brother Ahu was seriously injured because of me, and Lao Zhang blocked the gun for me.
I finally understood: Violence will not let you go just because you hide.
So I formed the Old Street Watch.
Rolling pins, rattan, wooden sticks, a group of ordinary people guarding their homes.
I don't beat people, I don't lynch people, I don't foul people.
But all those who stepped on the threshold of the old street were never able to leave standing.
On the rooftop of the highest building, the head of the Xuanyuan family said: Warriors are superior to mortals.
I said——
When practicing martial arts, one should first observe morality, and a chivalrous person should first abide by the law.
Later, someone asked me, how can I survive in this city that eats people but never spits out their bones?
I handed over a piece of freshly baked scallion pancake:
"Eat your fill, and then don't kneel."
