Fish Market.
Zhao Xisheng was selling his catch at a small roadside stall.
There were several sizable black carp and grass carp in his fish basket.
He had grown much thinner, and his skin had become darker as well.
He had grown a beard around his mouth, and his gaze had become much steadier.
He no longer looked like a youth, but rather a middle-aged man in his thirties.
Ever since he had recognized Gong Yulei, only to be beaten viciously by men Li San had called over.
He had come to understand many things overnight.
Regret was useless. Self-pity was useless.
Only by becoming stronger could he change all this!
During this time.
Besides caring for his father, he had practiced his fishing skills relentlessly.
Now, things were gradually getting better.
Although his father still could not get out of bed, his life had been saved.
His daily catch had also increased.
It was just that the Fish Dragon Gang took an enormous cut.
Once all sorts of miscellaneous fees were added together.
He had only enough for daily expenses and could not save any money at all.
Some fishermen he knew could not endure it and secretly took fish to the Inner City to sell privately.
The Fish Dragon Gang discovered them, beat them half to death, and even burned their boats.
Thus, although the fishermen had many grievances, no one dared resist.
Suddenly, he spotted Li San entering the Fish Market again with a Martial Artist dressed in fitted combat clothes.
The Martial Artist was handsome, tall, and powerfully built, striding along with the force of a tiger and the wind in his wake.
As he listened to Li San, he surveyed the stalls lining both sides of the Fish Market, as though searching for something.
Zhao