Another day.
Another seemingly calm day.
Early in the morning, Zhang Zian, as usual, simply cleaned up the shop, and opened the business at the usual time.
Usually there were no customers this early, so he poured some mineral water into Fina's dish, and gave Old Time Tea a pot of brewed tea. Then he planned to buy himself some breakfast across the street.
He put on his coat, went to the door, unlocked the lock and pushed the door open. When he walked out, he saw a few young people sitting on the sidewalk; they seemed to be waiting for someone.
These young people didn’t give off a good impression. He counted that there were about seven people, wearing uniformed motorcycle leather jackets.
Hearing the sound of Zhang Zian opening the door, they all looked back at the same time.
Zhang Zian wanted to laugh a little as each person's hair was dyed a different color: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple.
