The two walked aimlessly down the street.
Feng San looked at Lin Shuguang. "I heard you're heading to Demon Martial. When are you leaving?"
"Tomorrow morning..."
"So 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 chuckled. "It's funny, really. Do you still remember the first time we met?"
Lin Shuguang couldn't help smiling when he brought it up. "Hard to forget."
That day, Feng San had held a stack of flyers, his burly frame blocking Lin Shuguang, who was carrying a schoolbag, with an embarrassingly ingratiating smile on his face. He had looked every bit like a pyramid scheme recruiter.
Feng San couldn't help laughing either. "I had no choice that day. I'd pissed off Old Song, and he insisted I go recruit people. I even paid for those flyers out of my own pocket. It was freezing out, and not a single person on the street wanted to talk to me. Then I ran into you... If you hadn't come to the Martial Arts Hall with me, I'd have had a rough night."
Both wore smiles as they talked about that day.
Under the setting sun, golden light covered the road, and their long, slanting shadows gradually receded.
"Find somewhere to have a drink?"
"Sure. Let's go."
"Don't forget your buddy once you're in the Demon Capital. I'm counting on you to make me rich."
"Sure. First thing I'll do when I get to the Demon Capital is forget you."
"Fuck! Heartless!"
May 3.
Lin Shuguang said goodbye to everyone and headed to the Demon Capital under the bureau's arrangements.
Traveling with him was Chu Xiongtian, a chubby young man from the Third Department. His skin was so fair that