"I hope everything keeps going smoothly!"
Perhaps heaven had heard Zhao Gang's prayer, for nothing went wrong along the way.
Around noon, Mo Yun and his party finally reached Clearwind Town.
Clearwind Town was considerably larger than Yellow Maple Town. Its main street, paved with blue stone slabs, was over three meters wide, with shops lining both sides and wine flags fluttering overhead. Pedestrians streamed along the street without end.
Yet Mo Yun's brows drew into a slight frown.
He noticed that although there were plenty of people on the streets, most wore wary expressions, their eyes darting away as they hurried along.
An indefinable tension hung faintly in the air, like a taut string that might snap at any moment.
This was nothing like Yellow Maple Town.
Mo Yun knew it was because Clearwind Town was far from secure.
He withdrew his gaze and turned to Huang Shan beside him, his expression serious. "How much do you know about the White Shark Gang's Clearwind Town branch?"
What the White Shark Gang had stationed here in Clearwind Town was only a branch, not its headquarters.
Mo Yun wanted to learn exactly how strong they were, so that if anything unexpected happened during the transaction, he could adapt accordingly.
Huang Shan had spent five or six years at Crouching Tiger Manor. Ever since her strength had improved, she had been out on missions, so she clearly knew far more than either he or Zhao Gang did.
At Mo Yun's question, Huang Shan quickly focused and gathered her thoughts. After considering her words, she slowly began:
"The White Shark Gang's Clearwind Town branch is fairly average in overall strength. Among the gang's eight branches, it probably ranks near the bottom."
She paused, then continued, "Even so, it still has an early Dark