"They say Chi Xie was quite the romantic, with a favored woman by his side. For her, he even considered going legit with his group. But later on, they turned against each other; that woman shot him..."
Before Kang Li could finish, the chopsticks in Jiang Xi's hand clattered onto the table.
"What's wrong, Jiang Xi?"
Jiang Xi snapped back to reality, hurriedly picked up the chopsticks, and wiped them with a napkin, "No, nothing. Keep going."
"Anyway, this guy is a legend on the border. With him there, crime rates that year were the lowest in decades. It's a pity that even heroes fall at the hands of love. I heard he died by the hand of the woman he loved most, which is quite the poetic justice."
Jiang Xi gripped her chopsticks tightly, "Did he really die?"
