"Nice one, Shuxiluo."
Baha emerged from the alternate space. This powerful teammate Caesar had conned into joining them was quite reliable. Despite facing a bald man far stronger than Bitifu, he had dealt with him perfectly.
"Hahahaha, I'm Shuxiluo, you know. I could handle two or three guys like that without a problem. Cough, cough, cough~"
Shuxiluo kept coughing dryly and even spat out several mouthfuls of blood. Clearly, fighting the bald man had not been easy for him.
"You're coughing up blood, Shuxiluo."
"I got a fish bone stuck yesterday. You don't seriously think I'm injured, do you? Wah~"
"With the amount of blood you're spitting up, shouldn't you drink some recovery potion?"
"No problem. Potions that can heal injuries are precious. Save them for later. Let's fill our stomachs first. I know a good restaurant."
Shuxiluo picked up a large cloth sack from an abandoned building nearby, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and strode toward the outskirts of District 30.
The City of Smoke had thirty-two districts. Districts 1 to 3 were the safest, and the Church of Healing had branches there. Because they had a decent relationship with the refugees, trouble rarely broke out in those districts.
Districts 4 to 9 belonged to the Mage Association. They were peaceful during the day, but at night, demons and monsters ran rampant. Even the mystics of the Mage Association could do nothing about it.
Districts 10 to 15 belonged to the Alchemy Alliance. This was where the refugees worked, and trouble was also rare. These were the industrial districts of the City of Smoke.
District 16 was where the wild courtesans operated. The desperados of the City of Smoke did not cause trouble there. After all, they needed somewhere to satisfy their physical urges, and besides, all the wild