Chapter 3: Sinking a Boat in the Angry Sea

 Beginning of winter, November 7th, should be buried in the ground. The sky is like ink, gloomy and oppressive, and snowflakes are like silent tears, quietly falling. Yang Ming stood alone in front of his sister's new grave, and the cold wind was like a knife, wantonly cutting his weak and scarred body. Although the wound on his body has been simply treated, it is still like a maggot of tarsus, and every slight movement will cause a piercing pain. However, compared with the grief deep in my heart, which is like an abyss like a sea, the pain of this skin and flesh is like a drop in the ocean, and it is too small to mention. The snowflakes lightly touched the cold tombstone, and immediately melted, just like my sister's fleeting life like a meteor, leaving no trace in this cold world. " Xiao Rui... "Yang Ming's voice was hoarse and dry, as if it had been sharpened by sandpaper," Go in peace, brother vows to get justice for you, and never let you injure Jiuquan! "He slowly stretched out his bruised hands, which used to work hard for life, but now they are full of traces of battle, gently rubbing the tombstone. In the past, the person behind the tombstone would give him a warm response, but now, the only thing his fingertips can touch is the bone-piercing cold, just like his lonely and cold heart at the moment. Tears swirled in Yang Ming's eyes, almost gushing out of his eyes, but he bit his lower lip tightly, trying not to let the tears fall. He swore firmly in his heart that from now on, nothing could make him cry, only the flames of revenge could burn in his eyes. It was terribly quiet around, only the North Wind occasionally issued a sobbing whine, as if immersed in this endless sorrow with Yang Ming. The snow became more and more violent, and soon, a thin layer of snow frost accumulated in front of the tombstone, as if to imprison this sadness forever and become an eternal memory. Yang Ming stood there motionless like a frozen statue, as if time had lost its meaning in him. After a long time, he slowly took out a delicate little porcelain bottle from his arms, and there was a thousand paper cranes lying quietly in the bottle. It was a precious gift given by his sister on his 20th birthday at the beginning of the year, carrying the deep friendship and warm memories between them. He gently and religiously buried the porcelain bottle deep under the snow in front of the tomb, and murmured: "Xiaorui, when brother finds out the truth, he will come to meet you..." After saying that, he turned around resolutely and left decisively. The lonely back gradually blurred in the vast snow screen, and finally disappeared, leaving only the snow in the sky, covering his footprints, and seemed to bury all the joys and sorrows that had happened on this land. At this time, Yang Ming's heart was filled with the flames of revenge, and he had definitely embarked on this path of revenge full of thorns and dangers. Even if there was a sea of knives and flames ahead, he would never back down.... In Jiangcheng, Nanyuan Nightclub, the atmosphere was as tense as the dead silence before the storm. "You useless thing! A mere migrant worker can smash your place?" Brother Tiger's eyes widened in anger, and he flew up and kicked Xiaodao to the ground, as if to vent all the anger in his heart on Xiaodao. "Boss... that kid is simply dying!" Xiaodao climbed up from the ground in embarrassment, his face full of horror and grievance. "Don't want to die? Humph!" Brother Tiger snorted disdainfully, "I've seen so many people who don't want to die, what the hell is he!" "Boss, I think that kid is very likely sent by Mourning Kun to find trouble on purpose..." Xiaodao said cautiously, with a hint of slyness in his eyes. "Fuck! The last time I didn't ask him to settle the account, he dared to send someone to provoke me! Do you really think the tiger is not powerful, am I a sick cat?" Brother Tiger's face was flushed with anger, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out. "Boss, why don't you send Ah Jun to do that kid, and there will be no future trouble." Xiaodao leaned forward and suggested in a low voice. "Killing chickens with a cow knife?" Brother Tiger glared at Knife, his eyes full of impatience. "But if that kid comes to the door..." Knife still didn't give up and continued to persuade. "I'm afraid of him?" Brother Tiger's face was full of disdain, and there was a ruthlessness in his eyes, "If he dares to come, I will make him regret living in this world!" As soon as he finished speaking, a subordinate rushed into the box in a panic, his face was as pale as paper, and his voice trembled and shouted, "Boss! It's not good!" "What are you panicking about!" Brother Tiger shouted impatiently. "There was a guy who chopped down several of our brothers downstairs with a kitchen knife, and the guests were scared away..." The subordinate stammered. Hearing this, Xiaodao couldn't help but call out: "Boss, it must be that guy! He really killed..."