Yang Jing quickly recalled the events of that night.
He had killed Scarface Li in a dark alley, leaving no trace behind other than the body.
When he burned down Xu Tai's house, he had been meticulous, even hiding the murder weapon securely. There shouldn't be any loose ends.
With these thoughts, Yang Jing's heart settled slightly, but his vigilance sharpened.
He didn't linger. Using the cover of the crowd, he quickened his pace through Guang'an Square and soon arrived at his small courtyard in Tongyi Square.
He pushed open the door, went to the kitchen to heat up the leftover tiger meat from the morning, and stuffed a large piece into his mouth.
The warm, savory juices slid down his throat, and the familiar warmth dispelled some of his unease.
Seeing that the sky was already growing dim, Yang Jing decided against heading to the Martial Arts Hall. Instead, he took off his shirt and stood bare-chested in the courtyard.