Rucheng, Great Martial Arts Hall.
Feng Wenhao and Wei Hong sat by the flower bed, puffing on cigarettes.
The ground beneath their feet was littered with cigarette butts.
Feng Wenhao looked at the distant sky and said, "Actually, even after the Ten Thousand Yang Celestial Fall and the Thousand Chariots Charge Palace, I still don't understand Hu Yi, don't understand Chen Shouhu and Wang Boxiong. What's all this fuss about? I'm doing just fine, the country is alright, and the people are living well. Why all this fuss? My parents have been mumbling about these things too. Some people around me think everything is great."
The cigarette butts in front of Wei Hong gradually brightened.
Feng Wenhao continued, "Until it hit me. The chance to join the Martial Guard was gone. I used every possible means, and only found out in the end that someone else took it. His dad has a high rank in the district, backed by a big family. What about your spot?"
