Lin Han, a junior at Jiangcheng University, had lost both his parents and made it to his third year on food-delivery wages and financial aid. He had thought that all life had left for him was the word "endure."
That changed one rainy night, when he stumbled upon a "gang shootout" at an abandoned construction site: flames blazed into the sky, and figures darted about like ghosts. An old man in rags, who survived by scavenging, pressed one hand to the ground and forcibly held an entire collapsed ruin suspended in midair.
"Kid, you saw something you shouldn't have." The old man narrowed his eyes and studied him for a long while, then suddenly smiled. "So be it. Your constitution is decent, and your heart is in the right place. I've lived in seclusion in this city for sixty years. I'll pass on a little fortune to you."
