Chen Shi squeezed through the crowd and took off his hat, throwing it casually by the roadside.
His clothes were somewhat long, so he tore off a piece and wrapped it around his palm. Biting it, he tied a knot on the back of his hand, gripping it firmly. It felt right in his hand.
The fabric was coarse hemp, but it provided a good grip.
"With this, I won't have to worry about the knife slipping when it gets bloody."
At that moment, the sky filled with the sound of Thunder Sound. Chen Shi looked up, only to see that dark clouds had covered the clear sky. The air was moist with the promise of impending rain.
Chen Shi called out to Black Pot, "Black Pot, have you seen Mr. Fu?"
Black Pot immediately led the way, and Chen followed it, weaving through the streets, soon arriving at the home of County Magistrate Zheng Shiyun.
