Only in the summer of Wancheng City can you find signs of big city nightlife. The snack street near the downtown mall typically operates until about midnight. Liu San pushed away a few people who tried to support him, his tongue stiff as he said, "Don’t... don’t help... I’m fine... Your Third Brother can hold his liquor, two catty amount to nothing... I’m there... I’ll head back first..." A few young people crowded together, their colorful hair like the crayons of Yuhong Class children, and a few shirtless guys revealed their tattoos, not afraid of the mosquitoes at midnight. Watching Liu San stagger away, they then bragged to one another, shouting and swaying in another direction. After only a few steps, one of them was blown by the night wind, suddenly bent over, and started vomiting uncontrollably on the street like a manure cart with a broken plug. The light was very dim, couldn’t see what color he was vomiting, but the nauseating, alcohol-laden stench wafted far in the wind. But the people around were all drunk, at this moment not so sensitive to the smell. One young man even ran over to support him, "Bearded Brother, how are you?" After a spree of vomiting, the young man called Bearded Brother was much more sober than those around him. He dry-heaved a few times before straightening up, "I’m fine, let’s... ugh..." Before finishing his sentence, he quickly pushed away the young man supporting him and rushed to the roadside to vomit again. This time, when he stood up, he really was fine. He took the short-sleeved shirt hanging on his shoulder and wiped himself off, just about to speak when suddenly he heard a scream in the distance... His expression instantly changed, "Third Brother?" The guy supporting him was even more dazed by the alcohol, didn’t register it at all, "What about Third Brother, he... already left... by now he’s probably cuddled up with his wife... hehe..." "Third Brother’s voice!" Along with Bearded Brother’s voice, several vague screams could again be heard from a distance. Upon hearing these sounds, Bearded Brother couldn’t think any further. He called out to the group, "Let’s go, hurry, something happened to Third Brother!" The group of drunken people, hearing this, suddenly sobered up a bit, and followed him running... In fact, it was only a few steps to the intersection where they had parted ways earlier. Third Brother had gone into a small alley, and when the group arrived, they saw nothing at first, only Third Brother lying on the ground, clutching his leg and crying out in pain. The rightful source is NoveIＦire.net On approach, Bearded Brother realized that Third Brother’s leg was clearly twisted in an abnormal way. In a flurry of chaos, a few of the drunken guys managed to half-carry, half-drag him to the main road. Someone also contacted a hospital to quickly come and pick him up... Bearded Brother, being more observant, asked what had happened, but Third Brother mumbled, "Don’t know... just walking and my leg gave way... fell over... hurts like hell..." The alley wasn’t long, the entrance to the neighborhood was just ahead, and Bearded Brother and the rest weren’t far either, they didn’t see anyone else when they came running. Everyone was dizzy and couldn’t quite understand it, just thought Third Brother had drunk too much and fell while walking—the alley did have streetlights, but most had been smashed by similar idlers like themselves, there weren’t many that worked, and they couldn’t clearly see how bad the leg was injured. It wasn’t until the doctor arrived and saw the injured leg that he clicked his tongue in wonder, "To get such an injury from a fall, that’s really unlucky..." Although Bearded Brother was unhappy, he knew it was best to keep quiet. It was normally nothing to argue with a doctor, but arguing now wouldn’t get them anything. There was a talkative young doctor muttering quietly, "Strange, it’s been a busy night shift, only encountering unlucky guys like these..." Bearded Brother got a chill, "Who else?" The young doctor wanted to say more, but a nearby doctor gave him a stern look, and he instantly didn’t dare to speak further. At the hospital, Bearded Brother washed himself with clean water, and during the time Third Brother was being prepped for surgery, he wandered around the hospital and found out that Third Brother wasn’t the only unlucky one tonight. In fact, Third Brother wasn’t even the most unlucky. Near the train station, there was a guy who had mixed in with the scene rather well, had been in and out of jail several times, calling himself White Wolf, known as Brother Wolf. Brother Wolf was quite unlucky. He wasn’t out drinking or partying. He was playing Mahjong with a few guys in an alley near the station at night. This place, although near the train station, was quite hidden. Ever since a new police chief was appointed a couple of years ago, they didn’t dare do much of anything, even playing cards quietly. Though the chief wasn’t around at the moment, they were used to this hidden spot for their games and didn’t bother to change. After all, while the buildings were a bit rundown, they were slated for demolition for years, so most people had moved away, and no one cared even if they were noisy. Playing is meant for comfort. It was great there; they could eat, drink, and play cards, curse if they wanted, shout if they wanted. Who cared even if people farther away heard them, who would dare to provoke them? But damn, the house collapsed while they were playing! The whole group was trapped inside, lucky it was an old house, made of bricks and tiles. Though everyone was hit with wounds to their heads with blood flow, and some unfortunately had fractures, at least no one was killed.