Sheath the Knife

In the poorest Willow Alley in Shengjing City, there lived a young man named Zhou Bushou. He was nineteen and his only skill was knowing when to shut up. Until that day when he passed by a silk and satin shop in Yongningfang, saw three people who shouldn't be there, heard a muffled sound that shouldn't exist, and then did a stupid thing - he opened the door. There is a short knife on the table and a bloody note with four words written on it: "The right hand is not broken." From this moment on, the debt collector becomes the debtor, and the spectator becomes the person in the game. And the crippled owner of the silk shop, the cripple from the north, and the gang leader who smiled like a poisonous snake - the debt between them was much heavier than eight taels of silver.