Yang Fei walked out of the police station.
He didn't see the strange smile that appeared on Harris's honest and loyal face behind him.
Yang Fei walked through several streets, aimlessly drifting along the avenue.
Absentmindedly, he revealed the wallet in his pocket, which was packed with thick stacks of Rice Gold.
To hunters in the Underworld, seeing a fat sheep like Yang Fei was reason enough to come forward to hunt.
Sure enough, after Yang Fei had wandered for two or three streets, two or three men appeared behind him.
A curly-haired man, a scar-faced man, and a big man with a hulking physique.
Yang Fei found it somewhat amusing.
The peace in Kelmmas, perhaps, wasn't as the old sheriff boasted.
As Yang Fei just turned into an alley, a hulking big man blocked his way.
Yang Fei turned around, the curly-haired man and scar-faced man behind him had already blocked his retreat.
All three held Dagger and Swing Stick, slowly closing in on Yang Fei.
