Nightfall.
Peace and quiet had finally descended upon the world.
The last non-affiliate from Shanghai who insisted on training his hard qigong downstairs at the inn was getting tired. He let out a shout before cooling down with the closing form, then proceeded upstairs back to his room to sleep.
In Zhang Ye's room.
Chenchen called out, "Zhang Ye."
Zhang Ye looked over and asked, "What?"
Chenchen said, "Why were you so mean?"
Zhang Ye blinked. "Was I mean?"
Chenchen asked, "Zhang Ye, why is it that wherever you go, that place would always suffer?"
"I was just stepping in to help in the face of injustice, ha!" Zhang Ye boasted without shame, "Did you see your Uncle Zhang's imposing manner when I commanded the masses earlier? Did you see it? That's what you call appeal and charisma. How was it? They still had to agree to compensate everyone's medical fees at the end, didn't they?"
