Hao stopped walking. So did Kurome and Little Sneak. None of them appeared surprised.
Hao turned around.
Two figures stood at the mouth of the alley.
One of them was a man wearing a patched-up, sleeveless beast hide jacket that was clearly a few sizes too small.
Big Bro Bai.
His arms were thin but covered in old scars. A rusty short saber rested lazily on his shoulder.
He had a wide grin full of missing teeth.
His hairline was receding to the heavens, but he'd still pulled what little he had into a sad, greasy topknot.
A thin goatee clung to his chin.
On his feet were makeshift sandals - folded talisman paper tied together with string.
The man beside him wore loose linen pants and a giant robe that dragged along the ground.
Skinny Liu.
He held a jagged dagger in reverse grip, trying hard to look cool. But his hands were trembling.
His hair stuck out in every direction like he'd lost a fight with a lightning beast.
