“What a beautiful little lady!” A group of Black Tiger Gang members emerged from the depths of Willow Alley and walked over.

When they saw Yuan Luoxi astride her swift, mottled grey horse, all of them were stunned, and they looked enraptured. 

All of them, that is, except for their leader, a middle-aged man in blue. His expression shifted dramatically, and he barked, “Are you trying to get yourselves killed? Let’s hurry up and leave!” 

With that, he immediately led his subordinates away.

He could tell at a glance that Yuan Luoxi and Cheng Wuyong’s origins weren’t simple. A low-level gang that mixed with the lowest rungs of society couldn’t afford to offend people like that.

“They might be scum, but at least they’ve got decent eyesight,” said Cheng Wuyong flatly.

They ought to celebrate that they hadn’t said anything inappropriate. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have minded wiping them all out on the spot.

“Uncle Yong, why would Master Su live in a foul place like this?” asked Yuan Luoxi. She sounded a bit confused.

“This isn’t where Master Su lives, but where his friend lives. Let’s go in and take a look.” As Cheng Wuyong said this, he was already urging his...