Han Shuang looked at her boss's confident demeanor, paused for a moment, and thought of the speeding little motorcycle. She suppressed her curiosity, figuring she would see it sooner or later since she was always with her master.

Back in their room, the two quickly washed up and went straight to rest.

The next day, after breakfast, the two went their separate ways, with Han Shuang going to inquire about the Yue family's situation.

As for herself, she focused on checking on the Wang family's situation. In any case, there were still two ghosts living inside the mandala, and since she had promised, she couldn't break her promise.

The streets during the day are completely different from those at night. Jiang County is located on a plain and far from the border, so the people live a relatively peaceful life. People come and go, bustling and lively.

Mo Lan walked down the street. Having seen so many ancient streets, she was no longer interested in anything new. Apart from the local specialties, nothing else piqued her interest.

After strolling around for a while, Mo Lan chose a teahouse, ordered a pot of tea, sat by the window, looked down at the bustling street, and while passing the time, listened to some gossip.

Teahouses and taverns are also the places where information is most readily available.

In the past two or three years, she has been focused on developing mineral resources. She has submitted written reports on the situation in various places, combining written reports with on-site investigations for a more intuitive understanding.

Just as Mo Lan was deep in thought, a commotion suddenly broke out on the street below. Many small vendors carried their goods and hid in all directions. Occasionally, a woman's scream could be heard.

A moment later, a group of people came into view, slowly moving towards them from the east side of the street.

Leading the group were four young masters, some waving fans, some carrying birdcages, and one with his arms crossed, neck held high, swaggering onto the street.

As they approached, lewd laughter filled the air, occasionally accompanied by a lewd laugh.

Judging from this situation, Mo Lan knew without guessing that the "Street-Clean Tiger" that Xiao Er had mentioned had appeared.

After the four appeared, the noise on the street disappeared, the crowds vanished, and those who had received advance notice either ran away or hid. Those who couldn't run could only try to avoid them, standing on the roadside with their heads down, trying to minimize their presence.

A wide road appeared before the four of them.

Mo Lan hadn't expected these four people to be so intimidating; they were practically like street cleaners.

In contrast, the four street bullies strolled down the street, laughing and joking as if no one else was there. They would pick up anything that interested them and leave, or kick anything they didn't like, before arrogantly walking away. No matter how much they humiliated people, no one dared to resist.

Only after the four men swaggered past did the others dare to breathe heavily and whisper among themselves. Even so, none of them dared to show any resentment, for fear of getting into trouble.

Mo Lan watched the four people's backs, took a sip of tea silently, and thought to herself, "No wonder the waiter had such a wary expression. He's really arrogant."

That's really asking for a beating.

"Alas, it's a disgrace to our Jiang County to have such pests." An old man opposite Mo Lan shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"Old Zhao is right. These children are spoiled by their families and have indeed disgraced the reputation of Jiang County. Alas, what can we do when circumstances force us to act against our will? We can only express our regret." The man at the next table echoed the old man's sigh and offered a word of comfort.

"As the saying goes, if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too. The reputation of our Jiang County has been completely ruined by these people." Old Zhao sighed, put his teacup heavily on the table, and got up to leave.