[An assassin emerges from a thatched hut, and a man hides in the Jianghu. ]
"Have you ever heard of my name? - Li Xiaoke."
There was once a man on the rivers and lakes who drank wine with blood and made a living by killing. There were corpses everywhere in his hands.
His colleagues were jealous and his enemies became more numerous, but he didn't care.
Someone once saw his back, with his jade robe fluttering in the wind, his hat on his head, and the sword in his hand glowing with cold light.
His whereabouts are unknown, no one knows about him, and no one needs to care about him.
Intention: None