Not far away, the crisp clang of hammering rang out, one strike after another.
Wang Shaojun leaned against the icy wall, watching several gang disciples collect protection money from the shops along the street.
After the Heavenly Seal Sect fell apart, Xuanjing City had become a chaotic mix of dragons and fish. Big fish and small fish, great snakes and little snakes all flooded in, carving up the territory and resource markets that had once belonged to the Heavenly Seal Sect.
Especially with Wei He still secluded on Black House Mountain and refusing to emerge, these forces had become even more unscrupulous.
As for how much of the current situation involved the Wang Family, even Wang Shaojun himself did not know.
Bang.
At the mouth of an alley to the right, a small cart selling roasted sweet potatoes was violently kicked over.
An elderly, white-haired woman was kicked to the ground. The money pouch in her hand was snatched away, and several thugs packed up most of the roasted sweet potatoes from her cart. The rest fell to the ground and were trampled into mush.
Tears streaming down her face, the old woman crouched on the ground and picked up the crushed sweet potatoes one by one, carefully placing them back into a small bag.
Then she stood, laboriously set the cart upright, and slowly departed into the distance.
Wang Shaojun watched in silence and did not step forward to help.
There were simply too many things like this. Even if he intervened, he could not help more than a handful.
"You came this early?" A tall, burly figure wrapped in a black cloak and wearing a hood approached him from the sidewalk nearby.
"Mm. I just finished up a round of work. Nothing else to do, so I came