Old Factory Street, Lin Fusheng's Clinic.
The air was filled with the unique fragrance of essential oils and the pungent smell of herbal wine.
Comfortable humming sounds emanated from the massage room inside.
"Master Lin, your skills are really good, ten times better than my old man..."
Ma Donghe lay on the massage table, eyes half-closed, enjoying the massage service.
His bare back was broad and muscular, with fierce tattoos.
Also, there were old scars and newly added bruises.
On hearing this, Lin Fusheng shook his head and chuckled:
"Teacher Ma is a renowned martial arts master; my craftsmanship can't compare with him."
Ma Donghe's mouth twitched slightly but said nothing in response to these words.
Others might not know the details about Master Lin, but he was clear.
Lin Fusheng, an important leader of the once-flourishing United Youth Gang seventeen years ago, a gold-medal hitter.
Having been in the underworld for so long, with countless enemies and lives claimed,
