Dongfang Capital, a certain alleyway.
"Run fast, the Cold-faced Ashura is coming!"
Accompanied by a cry of alarm, a group of organized pickpockets scattered in all directions, abandoning even the stolen goods they were trading.
They fled in all directions, specifically choosing dark alleys and paths, burrowing through them as quickly as rats.
It was necessary; the person coming for them was too fierce, they had to escape.
Even so, the leaders of the pickpockets knew that once the Cold-faced Ashura made a move, they would be in trouble today.
A pickpocket had just vaulted over a wall when, before he could get a clear view of the other side, he was struck in the face by a large hand and then lost consciousness.
Not far away, another pickpocket ran towards the fire escape of a building, climbing up to the fifth floor in one go, ready to rush up to the sixth floor to gain the high ground.