Watching the three men head toward the Long Wind Escort Agency.
Lu Cheng turned and hurried toward South City.
The silver he'd taken from that Azure Dragon Martial Hall disciple just now amounted to a full six taels.
He wasn't asking for much. If he could run into three more "fat sheep" like that tonight, he'd be satisfied.
Though South City was chaotic, it was still divided into distinct districts.
Brothels, gambling dens, underground banks, and the like were all clustered at the easternmost end.
It was also the most lawless part of Yang City, teeming with gangs and steeped in darkness and bloodshed.
Even the authorities stayed away at night.
Besides, the martial arts halls each had a share of the blood and sweat squeezed out of people by the local gangs.
Naturally, they wouldn't come here to plunder.
Lu Cheng could try his luck with these gangs.
But first, some gangs had martial artists from sects backing them.
Second, doing so would mean using his status as a martial artist to meddle in the affairs of ordinary gangs.
If neither the authorities nor the Martial Suppression Battalion found out, that was one thing. But if they did, he'd have a lot of explaining to do.
So unless those people went out of their way to provoke him, Lu Cheng wouldn't do that.
Beyond the easternmost district lay the areas bordering West City and North City.
People here ran legitimate businesses and had some money to their names.
The area Fatty and the other two had patrolled earlier was part of this district.
It was also the main target of those thieves.
Lu Cheng found a piece of black cloth to cover his head and face, then hurried through the lanes.
Before long, he heard quite a commotion nearby.