The rain grew heavier.
Shallow puddles reflected the riotous colors of the night.
But as a foot came down, they were instantly crushed to pieces.
Within the curtain of rain.
Two figures flitted out of the shadows like ghosts, then slowed their steps and walked on.
Holding an umbrella, Lian Youming glanced aimlessly around.
This was the boundary between Central and Sheung Wan, where many properties belonged to Hongmen and the Green Gang.
Quite a few Green Gang disciples kept watch in the darkness.
Seeing the two approach, one hurried forward. "Auntie Qing, shortly after the Young Grandmaster's visiting card was delivered, Situ Changhen contacted quite a few Hongmen hall masters. They're all gathered now, most likely up to no good. And something seems to have happened to Old Madam Situ!"
Yang Qing said nothing. Lian Youming was in charge now, but the news still irritated her somewhat, and she took out a cigarette.
The Green Gang disciple beside her hurried over with a lighter.
Lian Youming smiled faintly and said softly, "Auntie Qing, none of that matters. It saves us some trouble. Just watch from the entrance later. It'll help you break through to Foresight, though it'll probably be a little bloody."
Half of Yang Qing's face was masked, while the other half wore understated makeup. She wasted no words, only saying softly, "Be careful!"
"Let's go!"
As the words fell, Lian Youming and Yang Qing were already walking toward the end of a short street.
There stood a manor, an old residence.
It appeared to blend Chinese and Western styles, featuring both Lingnan and British architectural elements.
Two enormous stone lions stood before the entrance.
Lights still shone above the gate.
"What? You rakshasa ghost want to join the fun too? A mere Grand Boxer at Three Energies