"Fourth Brother, stop messing around and find a factory job,"
"Fourth Brother, only those with no alternatives mixed in with the Jianghu. You live too comfortably and think you can mix in, but you can't actually do it."
"Fourth Brother, let's not meet in the Jianghu ever again."
"— Don't force me to kill your whole family."
That's all that was said.
Two years later, I saw Fourth Brother in person once more.
It was another similarly gloomy afternoon.
Fourth Brother was riding an electric scooter, delivering food, with a pair of rabbit ears atop his head.
He looked especially cool.
Let time go back to that day.
At night.
After self-study.
At the home of the girl who called me to the mahjong parlor.
Her single father wasn't home, having gone out to play cards.
I moved a chair over to sit, watching her sleep on the bed while I thought about how to deal with this situation.
I've always felt—
Evil is just evil.
