The sky was gloomy, pressing down on people so they could hardly breathe.
The usual moistness of Jiangnan's water towns had at this moment condensed into a heavy chill.
By the river, there was an old two-story tavern. It was aged, with a faded sign above the door that could barely reveal the words "Drunken Immortal Tower."
In the elegant private room on the second floor near the window, the window was only slightly ajar.
A few men in gray short jackets with sharp eyes sat around a table.
On the table were a few plates of salted edamame, fennel beans, and a pot of warm rice wine.
The wine remained almost untouched as their eyes stared intently across the river at a large mansion with high walls.
The mansion's gate was imposing, its white walls were tall, and it belonged to the town's well-known Zhou Dahu Family.
"Old Fourth, are... are you sure?"
A scar-faced man lowered his voice, brimming with excitement.
His name was Liu San, and he was the leader of this group.
