The Ultimate Warrior King

The narrow alley where trash was thrown reeked with an unbearable stench.
Vicious and unpleasant curses echoed, foul words that were hard to hear, but soon they were drowned out by screams and the sharp crack of breaking bones.
Liu Jingye lit a cigarette, gazing coldly at the wailing men before him.
Four men lay amidst the garbage at his feet, crying out in agony. Two had dislocated shoulders, two had broken wrists—every injury at the joints, specifically those holding weapons. It was clear they’d been struck head-on, their weapons shattered with ruthless precision.
Liu Jingye retrieved his own wallet from one of them, spat disdainfully, and snorted, “Stealing military supplies—if we were on the battlefield, you’d have been executed already.”
He wiped his wallet with care, a plain green canvas piece adorned with a bright red five-pointed star, shining brilliantly.
A light rain began to fall. Liu Jingye picked up the two packs of toilet paper he’d just bought, humming a little tune as he strolled through the rain, leaving behind that world of gunpowder and bloodshed. At last, he could be a twenty-six-year-old, lively, optimistic, and cheerful young man.
But the sight of the large house ahead dulled his spirits once again.
This was a rural inn, nestled beside the beautiful northern mountain forests. The steady stream of tourists out for spring hikes were its main customers, though business had suffered lately with the endless rainy days.
It had been rebuilt atop his family’s three old rooms, and the second floor now held more th