The next day, just as dawn broke.

At Chaoyang Market, Zhou Zheng jumped out of the taxi.

"Boss, I'd like to rent a motorcycle."

The familiar face of the rental owner broke into a smile, "Oh, it's you again, good morning!" Zhou Zheng's face was unforgettable to him—covered in injuries, bloodied, and as an Apprentice Martial Artist, he left a lasting impression at first glance.