Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, three years had passed.
Before they knew it, another New Year's Eve was approaching.
The city lights began to glow, filling the mortal world with a cozy warmth.
Snowflakes like goose feathers drifted down beside the curbs as cars sped past one after another. The aroma of stir-fried meat wafted from the restaurants along the road.
Pedestrians hurried on their way, their feet treading on the thin layer of snow.
In Fuhai District.
Rows of barbecue grills were lit.
The Heaven-Blasting Gang's gathering was underway.
"Young Master, this old man will toast you first!"
Elder Li raised his cup, his face flushed from the drink, and addressed Qin Yang, who sat in the main seat. "Jianghai City owes its current prosperity all to your help."
"It is my great fortune to have joined the Heaven-Blasting Gang!"
"It's nothing. Helping Jianghai City advance was a trivial effort."
