The location that had been agreed upon was outside a slaughterhouse.
An unpleasant stench wafted around the surrounding air.
Zhang Heng stopped the car. Not far from them, four men were playing a knife game around a small table.
The rules of the game were simple. The player was basically required to place a hand on the table, and with a knife in the other hand, poke the gaps between the fingers quickly. Whoever moved the fastest would be the final winner.
The whole process was fascinating, often regarded as a symbol of courage for those with the nerve to participate. Hence, the four men were having so much fun that they failed to notice somebody coming.
"There are still twenty minutes left. What should we do? Wait in the car, or should I go down and talk to them?"
"No need for so much trouble," Zhang Heng said while turning on the high beam of the car.
