Who Was the Real Little Green Dragon?
After two years, the boy had grown so much that, like a girl going through eighteen changes, Li Bai could barely recognize him.
Who was Little Tiger? Everyone else looked bewildered.
They knew nothing of the grudge between the young man and Li Bai.
Li Bai smiled and asked, "How's your... Old Lady Green Tiger? Is she doing all right?"
As far as he knew, the old snake charmer taken away by Institute 507 hadn't been executed. She was probably still alive, though she was likely being held without freedom of movement.
Institute 507 always saw things through. They hadn't left Old Lady Green Tiger's grandson, Little Tiger, to fend for himself. Instead, they'd asked the local authorities to take him in and raise him under supervision, keeping him away from witchcraft and the Wizards' circle. He was supposed to grow up to be an ordinary person, get married, have children, and live out his life.
But no one had expected that fortunes would change, and that the poor boy would one day rise above his station. Feng Hu had grown up consumed by hatred. Not only had he fully inherited Old Lady Green Tiger's legacy, he'd taken it further. In less than two years, he'd made his way back into the Wizards' circle and distinguished himself among the younger generation. He'd even made the roster for the operation Institute 507 was organizing this time.
Unfortunately, fate had brought enemies together. In the meeting room of the guesthouse where they'd assembled, he'd run into Li Bai again.
"Grandma... she's passed away. It's all! Your! Fault!"
Feng Hu was consumed by grief and rage. His voice sounded like a vengeful ghost's shriek. He wanted nothing more than to lunge at Li Bai right then