The Fish Market.
Zhao Xisheng was at a small stall on the side of the road, selling his catch.
In his fish basket were several sizable black carp and grass carp.
He had lost a lot of weight, and his skin had grown darker.
He had grown a mustache, and his gaze was much steadier.
He no longer looked like a youth, but rather a middle-aged man in his thirties.
Ever since that time he had run into Gong Yulei, only to be brutally beaten by Li San's men,
he had figured out many things overnight.
Regret was useless. Wallowing in self-pity was useless.
Only by becoming stronger could he change any of this!
During this period,
aside from caring for his father, he had been diligently honing his fishing skills.
Now, things were gradually looking up.
Although his father was still bedridden, his life had been saved.
His daily catch had also increased.
However, the Fish Dragon Gang took an extremely large cut.
After all the various miscellaneous fees were added up,
