Martial Street had been quite lively lately.
It was rumored that a man wearing a monkey mask, calling himself "Wu Kong," was challenging various Martial Arts Schools, and had already defeated several curators.
...
In the midst of the commotion, Aaron took off his mask, just a plain young writer, indifferent to the affairs of the neighboring Martial Arts School, and returned to Old Man Yu's house.
The talismans had been recently completed, coinciding with the night of the full moon; it was time to start experimenting.
Old Man Yu's house.
The moment Aaron stepped through the door, he twitched.
Because in the courtyard of Old Man Yu's house stood a few gangsters with sly grins, looking at Old Man Yu's family.
Old Man Yu's wife, holding a feather duster as if a mother hen protecting her chick, shielded Yu Qiu behind her.
"What do you want? Trespassing in private homes is a crime!"
