The morning mist in Guyuan carried a faint smell of earth, as Chen Ji left the Dragon Gate Inn with brisk strides.
Wu Yun lightly stepped across roof eaves, moving alongside him, a man and a cat advancing together into the thin fog. The lurking local tyrants of Qiu Ci Street silently began to follow.
The next moment, Chen Ji turned off Qiu Ci Street and disappeared from everyone's sight.
The local tyrants quickened their pace, not expecting Chen Ji to be waiting for them around the corner. The one at the front collided unprepared into Chen Ji's arms, and before he could react, Chen Ji dislocated his shoulder with a swift move.
Chen Ji grabbed this person by the neck and slowly retreated backwards.
His eyes coldly fixed on everyone: "Fellow jianghu heroes, why are you following me?"
A man in gray clothes, seeing his brother being choked by Chen Ji, hurriedly explained: "You misunderstand, we have no ill intentions!"
