Three days later, the night came under a moonless heavy cloud.
Outside the Gao Family's Martial Cuisine Manor, suddenly an imposing man appeared, carrying a bamboo basket on his back and walking towards the Manor.
"Halt."
A few men from the Qiu Family surrounded the man.
A sharp blade was held against his throat.
The man's face turned pale, fear was apparent across it. He raised his hands and pleaded, "Spare me, good fellows. I really have no silver."
Without saying a word, one of the Qiu family men drew his blade, cutting the strap of the bamboo basket. He looked into the basket and found it empty.
The faces of the Qiu family men darkened, one of them angrily bellowed, "Who asked you to wander here with a basket on your back in the middle of the night? Are you courting death?"
