The burly man closest to Wu Liangchen didn't even dare to breathe. He felt as if his heart had been seized in a vicious grip, and his blood ran cold.
"I... I understand. We promise we won't say a word," the burly man stammered.
"Go on," Wu Liangchen said, lifting his foot.
As if a great weight had been lifted, the group scrambled to help the man up and fled in terror.
Wu Liangchen wasn't worried about them snitching. People like them were the last ones who would ever want to deal with the authorities.
Especially not the notoriously strict Alliance government.
And after teaching them a lesson, while he couldn't be sure they were completely loyal, having more eyes and ears on the street was always a good thing.
This was especially true now, having just arrived in Zhongjing with no connections whatsoever.
Wu Liangchen and Song Ling'Er crossed several filthy, chaotic streets before finally finding the Black Tile Inn.
