Several members of the Black Water Gang left the gambling house and headed straight out of the city gates.
It was already night, and you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. Having lost money, they naturally found everything displeasing, cursing the heavens and the earth, full of malice.
Seeing the road enveloped in darkness, they lit a Fire Stick while grumbling.
Li Xian followed behind them, secretly pleased, knowing he wouldn't lose them easily in such darkness.
"It seems Xiaofan is not in the city."
After walking over ten miles, they saw the group take a turn and pass through a mountain pass.
In the mountain forest stood a large manor, its lights flickering, quite impressive in scale. Li Xian frowned, guessing that Xiaofan was there.
The group approached the house, knocked, and shortly after, a servant came to open the door.
"Oh, it's the grand men of the Black Water Gang, you're back. Did you make a fortune?"
"Bad luck, bad luck, lost quite a bit."
