The twilight gradually darkened, and the setting sun was blood-red. On the street, passersby hurriedly walked in the direction of home.
At this seemingly peaceful and beautiful moment, a streak like a shooting star suddenly tore through the quiet sky.
Moving at a speed invisible to the naked eye, it quickly leapt and moved among the buildings on the street, leaving a continuous trail of afterimages.
"Huh, did you see that clearly?"
"How did I see it? It looks like a person with one leg flew over up there."
?????
"Jin, are you drunk or something?"
"A guy with one leg? Why don't you say it's a headless person!"
In the prefecture's yamen, within a tranquil and comfortable courtyard, inside a small pavilion, two figures sat beside a stone table.
The two people in the pavilion were the old gang leader of the Celestial Sea Gang, Hua Tianhai, and the prefect of the White Dao Prefecture, Hong Zhi!
