A shadowy figure, with the help of a companion, struggled to climb over the courtyard wall.
"Brother, do you think there'll be food here?"
A grubby little girl asked in a hushed voice from below.
"For sure!"
The boy climbing the wall assured her, "I overheard a manager from the Tianlong Gang a few days ago saying that this place has been rented out for over a month. They only saw someone once at the beginning, the owner must have been gone for a long time, maybe he disappeared like those tough guys on the street."
"Maybe there's still some millet left inside."
He couldn't help but swallow saliva, his stomach growling a few times.
After much effort, he finally climbed onto the wall, but before he could clear his vision, he yelped "Mommy!" and came crashing down.
It was a weathered middle-aged swordsman with who knows how long he had been standing there, silently watching his head appear over the wall.
