Fu Leisheng pinched the sheet of paper. The ink on it had just dried, and the words on it made his heart surge, as if his dust-covered aspirations from youth had been awakened.
He could not help recalling his interrogation of Chen Shi: "This is the way of the world! Can you change it?"
A rolling wave of heat seemed to flow back and forth inside his body, warming his chest and making it hotter and hotter.
"Perhaps, he is the one who will change the way of the world?" he said in a low voice.
Ever since the bloody battle in Xinxiang County and the killing of Mr. Zeng, he had been a village school tutor in Qiaowan Town. Perhaps feeling that he had already avenged Tian Huaiyi and Shen Yusheng, he gradually grew content with the status quo, completely failing to imagine that Chen Shi still kept this bloody feud engraved in his heart.
He had not expected that on this night, at this moment, he would receive a letter from Chen Shi.
The night was cool as water.
There was a burning fire in his heart.
It was hard to extinguish.
Fu Leisheng could not sleep, so he simply walked out of the courtyard, picked up a long bamboo pole, and wielded it like a spear, dancing with it in the courtyard.
The bamboo broke through the air, emitting a wailing wind.
The spear moved like a dancing fish and dragon, mirroring his surging and churning heart.
"Chen Shi is so bold!"
Provincial Administration Official Li Yin, Vice Regional Commander Yan Wang, and Censor Xia Mingdong were burning with rage. Watching Yan Jingshu and Xia Weiyin die at Chen Shi's hands, they had not dared to go look for Chen Shi to settle the score.
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