"Huh..."
The weather was growing colder.
Zhong Shenxiu gazed at the moon in the sky and exhaled a puff of white breath.
At this moment, he, wrapped in a black trench coat, wearing a woolen round hat, sat on a long bench under the dim gas lamp, holding an unfolded newspaper in his hand.
Above the newspaper's headline, emblazoned in bold typeface, was the top news story—"Who should foot the bill for the Great Riot in Beilun State caused by Prohibition?"
Since the Prohibition had been decreed and enforced, such news had become commonplace.
However, a riot affecting an entire state was somewhat rare.
Zhong Shenxiu's gaze shifted downward, landing on a variety of news and advertisements.
Just then, Jamie sat next to him carrying a briefcase.
On the perimeter, Scarface stood on guard.
"It's a pity you didn't have time during the day, otherwise we should have brought some breadcrumbs to feed the pigeons..."
