Led by Cao Liu, Tie Wuchang soon arrived before Flower Square.
The place was a hubbub of voices and brilliantly lit. Even from a distance, he could hear the enthusiastic calls of the madam and the numerous girls. It was a bustling scene.
But when they reached the entrance, Cao Liu, who had been full of fighting spirit just moments before, suddenly lost his nerve. He couldn't help but glance back at Tie Wuchang several times.
"What are you looking at? Get a move on!" Tie Wuchang said furiously, completely ignoring the strange looks from the people around them. "These hands of mine are itching for a fight. I have to kill a few people today."
"Where did this shameless old coot come from? Talking about killing people, what a way to spoil the mood," a well-dressed young master scoffed upon hearing him.
Tie Wuchang's brow furrowed. He glanced up at the young master, only to find he was just an ordinary person, which made him even more furious.
