The place where White Court is located is actually...

The next day, Jiang Junyi followed Uncle Wu's lead to Baiting.

His heart was a mix of excitement and nerves, unsure what Baiting would actually be like.

The luxury car came to a slow stop. Jiang Junyi smoothed his clothes, then opened the door.

When he stood still...

His heart instantly went cold.

Jiang Junyi turned his head expressionlessly toward Uncle Wu and pointed at a plaque:

"You're telling me this shopping city called Baiting Street is our Jiang Family's hidden force?"

Uncle Wu bowed slightly: "Yes, Young Master."

"The saying goes, true concealment lies in the city. Every shop on this street is part of the Baiting Force."

Jiang Junyi's mouth twitched, then he pointed in another direction: "That old man at the gate, is he one?"

Uncle Wu glanced at the old man in a white undershirt fanning himself by the entrance: "Oh, no, he's not."

"He's..."

"That's more like it." Jiang Junyi didn't wait for Uncle Wu to finish.

Since he was here, he might as well take a look.

What else could he do?

He let out a soft sigh and walked toward the street.

Behind him, Uncle Wu opened his mouth. He wanted to say that this wasn't a member of the Baiting Force, but one of the Heavenly Kings guarding the Jiang Family.

But then he reconsidered—since the Young Master asked, he must have seen the old man's extraordinary nature...

So he hurried to catch up with Jiang Junyi.

Just as Jiang Junyi approached, the old man at the gate looked up:

"Well, well, a real young stud's shown up."

Jiang Junyi paused, then nodded: "Hello, sir."

"Pretty polite. Got a sweetheart?" The old man fanned himself with a grin.

"Uh, sort of."

"Good, good. Go on in and have some fun."

Jiang Junyi acknowledged him, then walked deeper into Baiting Street.

At that moment, Uncle Wu gave the old man a slight bow.

The old man waved his fan—no need for words.

Jiang Junyi looked at the dazzling, fragrant street and felt a bit at a loss.

"Uncle Wu, how do I call people here?"

Uncle Wu pointed to a newsstand in the middle: "Young Master, show them the Tiger Tally, and any request will be handled."

Jiang Junyi nodded with dawning understanding, then stepped up to the newsstand:

"Ahem."

The auntie sitting inside, cracking sunflower seeds, looked up at Jiang Junyi: "What's up? Got a frog in your throat?"

Jiang Junyi's mouth twitched as he pulled out the Tiger Tally.

The auntie squinted at first, then pushed up a pair of reading glasses to examine it closely: "Court Master?"

"That's right!" Jiang Junyi looked satisfied—finally revealing his identity!

"Oh~ That little brat Jiang Wudao passed the Tiger Tally to you. Spit it out, what's the matter?" The auntie barely glanced before going back to her seeds.

Jiang Junyi stood frozen. At that moment, he finally understood why his father had handed him this organization!

The auntie at the newsstand called his dad a little brat!

Jiang Junyi sighed in resignation: "Auntie, here's the thing..."

After hearing him out, the auntie looked at Jiang Junyi with interest: "Wouldn't have guessed, kid. You're a real romantic."

"Alright, follow me."

She put down her seeds and stepped out of the newsstand.

Leading Jiang Junyi from shop to shop, he watched the auntie take charge.

"Hey there! Old Wang! Your boy—he free now?"

"Good. If he's got nothing, tell him to get ready to join this place and have some fun..."

"Old Liang, your girl's still loafing at home, right?"

"Right. Tell her to get out and stretch her legs. Young folks can't just rot indoors."

Jiang Junyi watched as the auntie strolled from one shop to the next, casually roping in seven people like she was catching up over tea.

"That should be about it. Any more, and I reckon your partner's organization would have a hard time wrapping things up. Besides, the people I picked for you—no worries at all!"

The auntie looked proud, giving her guarantee.

"Mm, I trust you, Aunt." Jiang Junyi nodded seriously.

Hearing him change his address, the auntie's face lit up with a happy smile. "You don't remember this, but when you were little, I held you, even washed your butt because you'd—"

"Hey, hey, hey! Aunt! I've got something to do! Gotta run!" Jiang Junyi cut her off the moment he heard about his own embarrassing past, then bolted away in a flash.

Watching Jiang Junyi's retreating figure, a trace of nostalgia crept onto the auntie's face:

"Before you know it, Wudao's son has grown this big."

She turned to Uncle Wu: "Xiao Wu, you've gotten old too."

Uncle Wu smiled. "Yeah, but Aunt Zhao hasn't changed a bit—still just as young."

"Oh, you charmer!" Aunt Zhao shot him a playful glare. "Take good care of him."

"Don't worry."

In the distance—"Uncle Wu! Let's go already!"

Uncle Wu gave a slight bow, then hurried off into the distance.

At that moment, every shop owner on Baiting Street couldn't help but turn their gaze toward that spirited young figure fading into the distance...