A carriage rolled slowly along the bustling streets of North River in the outer city.
Though the crowds parted as it passed, the carriage still moved at a crawl.
The driver wasn't in a hurry either. He held the reins and flicked his whip now and then.
"Crack."
Sun Fei had donned a black robe and taken on the role of temporary coachman.
"Why didn't you bring that beast back to the Yamen?"
Chen Zhuo sat inside the carriage, one foot planted on the Dog Demon he had knocked unconscious. Beside him was the coachman named Yangzi.
By now, however, the coachman was a cold corpse.
Sun Fei's voice came in through the carriage window. Chen Zhuo turned to glance at "Yangzi," wrapped in a black robe, and said calmly, "I know what you're thinking, but a single Dog Demon won't be enough to bring down the Long River Gang. At least before the Autumn Hunt, the Yamen won't risk a major conflict."
"Even your brother wouldn't agree to it."
In Chen Zhuo's view, the Autumn Hunt was when all the various factions would come together to reap the rewards. A large-scale fight would be bad for them all.
No matter how deep their grudges ran, the factions would keep their tempers in check until the Autumn Hunt ended. Then they would settle their scores.
Besides, he couldn't rule out the possibility that the magistrate of Baiyun County was involved in the Long River Gang's collusion with the demons.
"If you want to avenge him, there's no need to rush. If you can't wipe them out root and branch, you're better off holding back for now."
When Chen Zhuo finished speaking, Sun Fei fell silent outside the carriage for a long time.
It was rare to see a pampered scion