A sudden turn of events.
The neighbors in the lane stared in shock.
Old Shi and his wife, who had always kept to themselves, were even more stunned, frightened and at a loss.
The Harmony and Prosperity Union members stared blankly. Then, one by one, they silently drew daggers and batons and headed toward Shi Wen with murderous looks.
"Stop! All of you, stop right now!"
Zhou Biao came to his senses, panic written all over his face.
He recognized that familiar voice. Wasn't that the Dragon Head? He'd been with him just two nights ago!
Terrified, Zhou Biao begged for mercy. "We didn't know the Dragon Head himself was here. Please forgive our offense. I'll report this to the Head of Operations right away and have the Red Poles from every district head to Ghost Lane!"
The crowd of burly union members was stunned.
They gaped, rooted to the spot, unsure what to do.
The Dragon Head?
So this was the mysterious leader of the union. And he was so young?
Had they just drawn their weapons on the Dragon Head?
Fear and dread filled the faces of the union members. They looked utterly helpless, pleading for mercy, their faces ashen.
"Go. I want to see everyone in Ghost Lane within half an hour. Anyone who doesn't show up dies!"
Shi Wen released Zhou Biao and strode back toward his home, ignoring the complicated, reverent looks from the neighbors. Only when he faced his parents did he speak softly. "Father, Mother, I'm home."
Old Shi remained silent, but Mother Shi nodded at him. Her worried face softened with tenderness. "It's good that you're back. Let's go inside and eat. The food's been kept warm in the pot."
"Okay."
Once Shi Wen and his family had gone inside,
the Harmony