When she returned to the hotel, Ye Nianmo went out. She didn't ask where he was going or what he was going to do.

In the back room of the alley hotel near the end of the corridor, the setse manager is tied back with his hand and his suitcase beside him.

Liu Qiang opened the suitcase and took out the basic sentiment magazine from it. "Not bad. How interesting is it? How many copies are there when one is not enough?"

Manager Setai sobbed, looked and prayed, and Douda's cold sweat flowed down his bloodshot, reddish, fat cheeks into the folds of his neck. He moved, turning from kneeling...