The Wicked Complain
"Who cares whose carriage it is! This is within Yongding City, under the feet of the Son of Heaven, who would dare be so presumptuous and not care for their lives … "
Before the cursing voice died down, the carriage that had yet to run far away crashed into something and suddenly came to a halt!
"Whooosh."
In an instant, the howls of the horses echoed throughout the streets. At the same time, the heart-wrenching cries of a child could be heard.
Ah!
"Brother Hou!"
A faint smell of blood spread out from the woman's loud and shrill voice. It penetrated through the crowd of people and surrounded the carriage.
It entered into the ears of Bai Zheng, who was walking towards them.
Seeing that the two figures who were chasing after him had also squeezed into the crowd, Bai Zheng's lips curled up as he turned and walked into the teahouse by the side.