Chapter 22: Defenders Of The Old Street
Madam He's voice was low, her head bowed as she stared at the floor and sighed. The wrinkles on her face deepened with stress.
They had been buying and selling antiques here for years, always feeling safe in this shopping district.
The community had welcomed her and her husband with open arms—it had always been a warm, peaceful place to live.
That was why it was so hard to let it go.
"They threatened all the tenants here to sell their shops for cheap," Madam He continued. "They want to build a mall and bulldoze all our hard work."
"Tch! Those scumbag thugs! How dare they kick and punch me like that!"
Mr. Wu growled, touching the bandage on his head, brows furrowed in pain and anger.
"Calm down, husband," Madam He said gently, worry in her voice as she adjusted the bandage.
"You'll make the wound worse if you keep moving like that."
"It's fine, Lin... I'm just sorry I couldn't protect us. I'm so weak... pathetic." Mr. Wu turned his head, unable to meet his wife's eyes.
"If I still had the strength I did in my youth, I would've been the one kicking their asses..."