In the alley, there was the clash of knives and axes and cries of battle; beside the alley, there were soft whispers and red lanterns.
In the narrow Li Shamao Alley, a sea of Heji ruffians surrounded Brother Pao and Er Dao. The ruffians of the fighting profession were indeed adhering to rules, not in a rush to strike.
Brother Pao looked ahead, then behind him.
There were a lot of people.
But the more people there were, the calmer Brother Pao became.
Er Dao asked, "Brother, what do we do?"
Brother Pao said nothing.
Er Dao asked again, "Brother, what's on your mind?"
Brother Pao looked at the red lanterns above him and grinned, "It'd be great to have a smoke right now."
At this moment, the music from the brothels on both sides of Li Shamao Alley had ceased. Patrons and Dancing Girls upstairs quietly pushed open half a window, looking into the alley.
In the crowd, Er Dao lowered his head and pulled out a copper pipe from his pouch, calmly packing it with tobacco.
