The last rays of the setting sun cast a dim golden edge upon the gates of the Seven Stars Gang Sub-Branch.
Chu Fan strolled out of the sub-branch's entrance at an unhurried pace.
His face showed a hint of fatigue from his training, but it was overshadowed by a deep, hidden composure.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted three men at the tea stall on the opposite street corner.
The three pretended to be chatting idly, yet their gazes kept drifting toward him, almost imperceptibly.
'They're certainly keeping a close watch,' Chu Fan sneered inwardly.
For the past few days, ever since Sun Zixuan had given him Zhou Ye's mission to "track the Moon Worship Sect," he'd seen these same men every time he left the Seven Stars Gang.
These men didn't just watch him from the main gate of the Seven Stars Gang; they would also tail him for a good distance before finally turning back.
Chu Fan paid them no mind and headed straight for home.
