Taming an Exotic Beast

Following the map Windchime had given him, Xia Fei quickly found Baihao's home. Wealthy people usually lived in fortresses which had ceilings fitted with reinforced glass. This kept out the sandstorm while allowing sunlight to seep inside. As the local warlord, Baihao naturally had this kind of home.

After the sight of so many slums, Baihao's luxurious residence was truly something to behold. The sand had painted the walls yellow, and it was no longer possible to see their original hue. The fortress stood at a height of forty to fifty meters, and it was decorated in a mishmash fashion, with no style or taste to speak of. It matched with the owner's status as a nouveau riche.

Xia Fei jumped up the walls and arrived at the top of the fortress. Four muscular men in heavy-duty armor were standing there together. The sandstorm was blowing fiercely, so these people were constantly gesturing with their hands, only occasionally spitting a few curse words.