The First Time We Met, I Didn't Fight Him, So I Don't Know

The two of them walked aimlessly along the street.

Feng San looked at Lin Shuguang. "I heard you're going to Demon Martial. When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning..."

"That soon? Want me to see you off?"

"No need. The bureau has made arrangements." Lin Shuguang shook his head.

Feng San fell silent at that, then laughed despite himself. "Come to think of it, this is pretty interesting. Do you remember the first time we met?"

Lin Shuguang couldn't help laughing when he heard that. "How could I forget?"

That day, Feng San had been holding flyers. With his hulking body and a greasy smile plastered across his face, he had blocked Lin Shuguang, who was carrying a schoolbag. He had looked exactly like some shady peddler.

Feng San also laughed despite himself. "I couldn't help it that day. I'd angered Old Song, and he insisted I go recruit people. I even paid out of my own pocket to print those flyers. The street was freezing, and not a single person was willing to talk to me. Then I ran into you... If you hadn't gone to the martial arts center with me that day, I probably would've been in deep trouble that night."

As the two of them talked about that day, smiles spread across their faces.

Beneath the slanting sun, golden light covered the road, and their long shadows gradually receded into the distance.

"Want to find somewhere and have a drink?"

"Sure. Let's go."

"Once you get to Demon Capital, don't forget your brother. I'm waiting for you to bring me fortune."

"Fine. The first thing I'll do after reaching Demon Capital is forget you."

"F*ck! What a heartless bastard!"

May 3.

Lin Shuguang said goodbye to everyone and, under the bureau's arrangements, headed to Demon Capital.

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