""There's a scene, a foreigner is fighting with the gang members." His sister's reply startled Malin—why would gang members get into a fight with a stranger?
Driven by curiosity, Malin climbed onto the carriage and then he noticed someone using a cane and three gang members...no, the word 'fight' doesn't do it justice, it looked more like a game.
Although he had a beard and his Eastern features were gray-haired and changed, Malin recognized his true identity at a glance—Mr. Donald.
The very assassin those greenhorns had wanted to hire for a performance some time back.
What brought him here?
Curiosity made Malin flip back his hood and clap his hands, "Alright, gentlemen, the show is over."
The citizens, seeing it was Malin, paid their respects and then dispersed. A young gang member, who seemed to have just joined, wanted to say something, but was smacked on the head by the other two veterans, "Mr. Malin, do you know him?"
