On the streets of District 17 in the City of Smoke, the passersby were either sallow and emaciated or broad and heavily built. It was an extreme place: the strong grew stronger, while the weak gradually drew closer to death.
There were quite a few shops lining both sides of the street. Due to the lack of sunlight, the entire city looked somewhat dim, but its excessive age gave it a warm hue instead.
As a permanent resident of the City of Smoke, Xiusiro was recognized by many of the vagrants on the street. When they saw him approaching, they all moved aside.
"Woof."
Bubu Wang ran over from across the street. It and Baja's teleportation starting point were not far from Su Xiao. As for A' Mu and Benny, their locations were still unknown, though they were far away.
"Byakuya, someone's following us. One of your enemies?"
Xiusiro spoke with an ordinary expression. He walked up to a barbecue stall, took out several crumpled gulangs, grabbed a few half-cooked skewers, tore off his mask, and began eating in great mouthfuls. The fellow's mouth was full of sharp teeth, resembling those of a shark.
"Maybe not."
Su Xiao had also sensed someone spying on them. Although the other party was cautious, their killing intent was somewhat obvious.
"Then they're my enemy. Who have I offended lately? Too many people. It might be one of the mystics from the Mage Association. This is my personal grudge and has nothing to do with the promise. See you in a bit."
After wolfing down the skewers in a few bites, Xiusiro charged into an alley, with the Bo Brothers following close behind.
Su Xiao continued forward. The one who had been spying on them just now was definitely not a Rank Eight Contractor.