Chu Yi was taken aback, but he still let the person in. It was rare for someone to address him in such a manner. The moniker "Cripple," however you slice it, was not a pleasant one.
As soon as Zhang Cripple entered, his gaze fell upon a portrait of a woman in the center of the north wall in the living room. He looked around once more; Chu Yi's home was unclean, but his complexion returned to its usual indifference.
Chu Yi was curious about this man; he had never seen Zhang Cripple before, and he could tell that this man seemed inherently suspicious. Although his eyes were calm, Chu Yi knew that Zhang Cripple was always on guard against him.
"I came to you with only one idea, that is, to join us."
The hand that Chu Yi held the kettle with suddenly paused.
"Join, you guys?"
"You're not unaware of how chaotic the city is right now, and besides, I'm just the messenger." Zhang Cripple took the cup of water Chu Yi offered and softly said thank you.
