“Brother Li, this can’t be the right place. There’s no
way the greatest boxing master in the province would be in a place like this.”
The three-story building leaned alarmingly to one side.
Half a sign hung from a piece of rope: “Gamb.”
“It matches Big Brother’s description,” Li said.
Shrugging, Li took the worn path to the steps of the
building. Zhao lagged behind, trying to figure out why a famous teacher would
spend his time in a building that barely had one shutter per window.
Li opened the door the two brothers were hit by a smoky
cloud.
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