The sun was high overhead.
Chu Fan, dressed in a simple tunic, walked out of the Seven Stars Gang headquarters shoulder to shoulder with Zhao Tianxing, his back as straight as a pine.
They hadn't gone far when four people suddenly emerged from an alley outside the Seven Stars Gang's main gate.
The one in the lead was none other than Zhang Shuyao, the very person Zhao Tianxing had berated and sent away the other day, who had then turned her anger on Chu Fan.
Zhang Shuyao had previously goaded Jiang Yuanfan into seeking out Chu Fan for a "spar."
In the end, Jiang Yuanfan had lost both silver and face, becoming a laughingstock.
Now, Jiang Yuanfan and two others trailed behind her.
Zhang Shuyao's brow was furrowed, her gaze like a poison-dipped needle.
She stared at Chu Fan's back, as if trying to pierce it through with her glare alone.
Trailing behind her, Jiang Yuanfan clenched his right fist, his expression dark and uncertain.
