If he guessed correctly, the one tossing stones into his little courtyard should have been Han Dali.
In Jiang Shu's three days of observation,
Han Dali had clearly been two different people before and after leaving the Zhou Family restaurant.
In front of others, he seemed to blend in completely, becoming a part of the Zhou Family restaurant.
In private, though, he practiced martial arts with even more desperation.
*Someone who had a shot at becoming a Martial Artist, how could he resign himself to being bound by a contract and trapped in a restaurant his whole life?*
*If it were me, and I wanted out, what else could I do but wait for the Zhou Family restaurant to collapse on its own?*
*Before, maybe that chance never existed.*
But now,
Jiang Shu narrowed his eyes.
Clearly, over this period, Han Dali had grown a lot.
Throwing stones at his courtyard, signaling him to be careful.
If he picked up on it, the Zhou Family restaurant would naturally keep sinking day by day.
