Outside Mianshui County, within a certain grove of trees, inside a thatched shack...
Nan Batian held a cornbread in his hand, using two tree branches to scoop wild vegetables stewing in a medicinal cauldron, disheveled and dirty, appearing utterly miserable.
Seven days, a full seven days—none of you would know what he had been through these past seven days.
He was even worse off than a beggar, with his injuries not yet healed, and he didn't dare wander far from the shack, only nibbling on hard cornbread and eating the bitter wild vegetables every day.
A once respectable gang leader, he had now become the image of a beggar.
As Nan Batian ate the cornbread in his hands, he peered through a gap in the shack, eyeing the forest. Today was the seventh day; his senior sister should be arriving soon, as today was the inauguration ceremony for Chen Jiusi.
If he wanted to counterattack, today was the most suitable day.
