The shallow puddles reflected the blue sky, white clouds, and the scenery along both sides of the street. The foxtail grass on the eaves swayed gently, and several sparrows chirped as they landed by the street, pecked at some food, then flew away again.
This scene actually had a somewhat peaceful and serene quality to it.
But in the next instant, everything was shattered by a large boot stepping into the puddle.
A gang of bandits carrying bulging bundles stormed into the street. Their appearance was rather strange—various new clothes haphazardly thrown over their bodies and ill-fitting boots on their feet, clearly just recently plundered.
When they burst into the street and saw all the shops with their doors tightly shut, their eyes lit up with greed.
This was proof that no other bandits had visited this area yet.
Without needing instructions, the gang immediately began expertly prying open the door panels.
