Qiao Zhi'an hunched his back, sitting in the corner. Darkness had already fallen, and the mountain road downhill would be even more difficult to traverse. He looked at Su Ziceng, who was eagerly asking questions, "Do you really want to hear? After all is said and done, it's all the sins committed by your so-called good father, Su Qingzhang."
Su Qingzhang, twenty-five years ago, no one in Mo City had heard of him. He was just a street thug in the Sixth District. A bona fide street thug who would hoard goods forbidden by the government, trading in contraband for profits. At the time, not only Mo City but the whole country wasn't wealthy, with less governmental oversight. His petty scams and tricks, therefore, didn't attract much attention.
