Early morning, Four Directions Street.
The sky was just beginning to brighten, and vendors were already setting up along the street.
Servants and maids swept the fallen leaves outside their courtyards.
The street wasn't exactly bustling, but signs of life were gradually appearing.
Just then, several out-of-place figures suddenly barged onto Long Street.
The two in front were dressed in finery, while behind them followed two brawny men in short jackets, striding with the boldness of seasoned fighters.
"Move it! Hurry up!"
At the call from the men in front, the two brawny men barged roughly into a household.
Bang!
Hearing the kick against the door, the vendors' faces changed.
They exchanged glances but said nothing.
In the city, anyone dressed like that, accompanied by bodyguards and acting so high-handedly, was obviously Lord Fox of the Blackwater Gang.
Only, compared with the relatively peaceful West City, these foxes preferred to stir up trouble in the South Suburb. Bursting through someone's door like this was rather unusual.
Remembering Chief Constable Liu's sudden death, the maids and servants shrank timidly back into their courtyards.
The two foxes glanced warily from side to side before stepping into the courtyard.
"You..."
The haggard old shopkeeper stood frozen, watching the two fighters rampage through his home without restraint.
The men didn't touch the porcelain or furniture that could fetch a little money. Instead, they dragged several equally terrified figures out of the side courtyard.
"M-my business has lost quite a lot of silver... Just give me some time to raise the money... Why take the servants from my household..."
The old shopkeeper forced himself to approach, his voice trembling as he raised both arms to stop them.
He had barely stepped forward when one of the foxes kicked him to the ground. With an impatient