Every piece of meat was chopped to roughly the same size and distributed according to the number of residents, without favoring any particular household.
Once all the residents had received their share of the meat, the people in the square had almost all dispersed.
Only a skeleton of the once massive Jiao Dragon remained.
The framework of the Jiao Dragon was black, seemingly undamaged, and held significant value for collectors.
Li Zhizhong loaded the skeleton onto a cart and then walked towards another street.
As he passed Xu Zimei, he suddenly stopped.
Seeing Xu Zimei's empty hands, he took the remaining bits of Jiao Dragon meat out of a bag on the cart.
He smiled, showing his teeth, and handed over the Jiao Dragon meat to Xu Zimei.
Xu Zimei smiled back, accepting the Jiao Dragon meat.
Then Li Zhizhong pushed the cart away, his figure disappearing around the corner of the street, vanishing into the relentless downpour.
The drizzle evolved into a torrential rain.
