Chapter 6 Outside Yi An
I sat on the steps outside Yi An, picking at loose stones for ages.
I looked up at the blinding sun, bored.
Tilted my head toward the guy guarding me.
“Bin, did Boss say when I can go in?”
Liang Sheng had personally escorted me here to face punishment—giving the old faction face, giving Uncle Hong an explanation.
But they were making me wait far too long.
In the time I’d been picking stones, even a shootout should’ve ended.
Yet still no sound.
Bin had been squatting, drawing circles with his spiked club.
He glanced at me, snorted, and turned away.
I went silent.
After years of easy living, I’d forgotten—I was a traitor now.
No one would talk to me.
Phone confiscated.
Death waiting inside.
I lost the mood to chat, buried my head in my arms, and kept picking.
But Bin got restless.
Kept sneaking looks.
One glance—I kept picking.
Another—I still kept picking.
Damn, who built this garbage step? So easy to chip away.
Finally he cracked, slammed his club down.
“Zhou Wen, why the hell did you do it? We don’t get along with the old faction—just avoid them! Was it worth throwing yourself away?”
His voice cracked.
His eyes were red when they met mine.
He wiped his face, pretending nothing was wrong.
I went quiet.
Sometimes, in all these years, I’d felt lost.
Eating hotpot with the guys after patrolling.
Sneaking off during fights to call backup.
Falling asleep in Liang Sheng’s arms, spoiled rotten.
Then I’d slap myself mentally.
Remind myself why I came here.
Cut out every budding feeling, one by one.
Forgot that humans are emotional creatures after all.
I sighed, patted his shoulder.
“Who knows? Maybe our vibes just don’t match. Some people are alive and I can’t rest easy.”
Because Uncle Hong’s trusted man just happened to be named Luo Sha.