Leju Alley, Jia's Gambling House, had a moderate crowd.
In addition to the host, Boss Jia, there was the young lad Xie Tian, the time-savvy Little Brother Ma, the jubilant Zhou family father and son, and the gentle and courteous Wen Shui.
Beside the stone table, a bonfire was burning. Little Brother Ma, the least prestigious of the bunch, was shirtless and channeling his culinary wisdom onto a sheep's body. The firelight reflected his joyful face, and perhaps he didn't even know why he was so happy.
"Xie Tian, did you, did you really kill Lin Shahu?" Zhou Chaoyang's face was flushed, obviously drunk, but it was precisely because of the alcohol that he had the courage to ask this question.
Xie Tian nodded, then shook his head: "He lost his will to fight."
With just one sentence, everyone understood, and they also empathized, for who wouldn't be terrified and bewildered upon seeing a twelve-year-old boy "biu" and suddenly break through to the Inner Qi realm in front of their eyes?