Toward evening, Lin Shuguang walked out of the Special Management Bureau. He had not asked Bai Heng to drive him, planning to stop by the Storm Martial Arts School. It was not appropriate to involve Bai Heng in this sort of personal matter.
On his way there, Lin Shuguang called Feng San. The call connected shortly afterward, and Feng San was pleasantly surprised to learn he was back, saying he would bring Old Jin along to give him a welcome-back dinner.
After they traded jokes for a while, Lin Shuguang said with a laugh, "Let's talk later. I'm almost there..."
On the other end, Feng San laughed and said he would bring his own home-brewed liquor to get him drunk. Lin Shuguang laughed. "Sure. Whichever of us three goes down first today is a bastard."
After their banter, he hung up. To save time, Lin Shuguang specifically chose the shortcut he used to take.
He had not been back for several months, and there seemed to be far fewer residents here. Back in high school, he had often come here to buy fried chicken for Lin Xiaoxi, and there had always been other snack shops around.
But now, looking around, he saw that many storefront doors had been removed, their occupants long gone.
Lin Shuguang frowned slightly. He had not expected so many people to leave all at once.
The sky gradually darkened. There were barely any figures left on this sparsely traveled Snack Street. The early winter wind swept down the long street, lifting scattered scraps of paper from the ground and sending them fluttering back down.
As Lin Shuguang ventured deeper into the alley, darkness completely enveloped the place, making people even less willing to come here. The air was cold and damp, too. For ordinary people, it