The sign on the inn was hanging over the door by a single
nail. Only one glass pane survived intact, doing an insufficient job of
containing the horrible odor and crude sounds issuing from the jagged remnants
of the others.
“We’re going to find the greatest kung fu master in the
province here?” Jin asked, eyes wide with disbelief when Gao opened the door.
“He’ll be here.”
Jin followed Gao towards the back of the grimy room,
shoes sticking to the floor. They headed towards a large table surrounded by
several rough characters. They were playing a popular dice game.
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