Qin Zhaoyue, who was in charge, had changed her appearance, and her skin tone had darkened several shades.
At her insistence, he had a scar carved across his right eye and grew a short beard, making him look ferocious and terrifying.
The clothing was prepared in advance by Yin Zhe, combining narrow-sleeved Western-style clothing with commoner shorts.
Wear a narrow-sleeved inner garment and a leather tunic over it, which is both warm and neat.
The outer garment is a brown, coarse silk robe, the most common type worn by men, with slits on both sides extending to the hips, allowing for easy movement and preventing reflection.
The lower garment should be tucked into the crotch of the trousers and then into the boots to avoid looking sloppy.
He wore a leather belt with cheap copper buckles around his waist, a money bag hung on his face, and a short knife and rope were suspended behind him.
He wore a dark blue felt cloak over his head, and a wide hat covered half his face, concealing his features.
He wore a hat with a black leather six-section boot, short boots wrapped around his shins, made of cowhide, and his footsteps made a faint sound.
It's obvious at a glance that he's not someone to be trifled with; his attire perfectly matches that of a street rogue or a local scoundrel.
Behind her were Suimo, Yinzhe, and one of her centurions, all in disguise.
This person is also familiar; he's the same one who forged the characters before, codenamed Douzhan.
They were all dressed similarly, except that none of them wore cloaks, making Qin Zhaoyue, who was in the lead, stand out.
She took the lead, nodding rhythmically with her swaggering pace.
"I roam freely, commanding respect from all, and am admired by all."
Having dominated the world, I have no need to look back.
I will overturn the world and write my own laws.
Those fierce, gleaming eyes... a wild wolf.
Ta-da, ta-da... ta-da!
The crowd behind them: ...
What kind of rubbish is this?
Sui Mo couldn't help but speak up to remind him, "Your Highness, please calm down."
Qin Zhaoyue puffed out her chest, "What nonsense are you shouting? Call me boss!"
They had no idea that this was called a war song.
If you don't sing a couple of lines, you're embarrassed to be a part of society.
Emerging from the dark alley, pedestrians quickly made way for him, proving remarkably effective.
The biggest dens of iniquity in Fengjing were all located right next to the East Market, including Langyinfang, Qinggefang, and Qiongguifang, which were also gathering places for gambling.
They are currently in Yuqianfang, which is two fang away from Qinggefang.
It's easy to imagine how well the gangs that have established themselves in this area are doing.
The Four Seas Gang had a grand name, but in reality, it only controlled two outlying neighborhoods and operated a small-scale underground casino.
Qin Zhaoyue led the way, but in reality, it was the centurion Dou Zhan who was guiding the way via telepathy.
After wandering through the streets and alleys, I arrived at the door of a rice shop.
The rice shop was a business that operated openly, and as a result, almost all the signboards at the entrance were put up.
There's only one opening left on the left, big enough for one person to pass through. Anyone who looks at it will see something wrong with that.
A spirited young man was leaning against the door, looking nonchalant and carefree.
Upon seeing the four of them, he immediately became wary, realizing they were no pushovers.
He shrank back, half his body entering the shop, and asked in a sinister tone, "How much does it cost to pass through the sieve?"
This was the incision. Dou Zhan was about to transmit his voice when Qin Zhaoyue barged in and pushed open the door.
"Get the hell out of here!"
Everyone: ...
Is she really that into character? Where did the Sixth Princess learn all this from?
The boy staggered back, but managed to keep his footing and didn't fall.
"You damn mother..."
Although the three women were dressed as men, their disguises did not intentionally change their gender, so they could still be identified as women.
The gatekeeper had never been treated badly by outsiders on his own turf before, and was about to start yelling and cursing.
The next moment, several gazes focused on him, instantly making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
It felt as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast; cold sweat instantly broke out on his back, and he couldn't utter the last word.
He had a feeling that killing him would be no harder than killing a chicken.
To be honest, the local thugs are mediocre in skill, but they have a very sharp intuition.
He knows perfectly well who he can mess with and who he can't.
Qin Zhaoyue stepped forward and patted his shoulder, "Good boy, I don't have such a good-for-nothing son as you."
The young man immediately bowed and smiled obsequiously, "I was blind to your greatness, please come inside, esteemed guest."
One doesn't hit a smiling face, so Qin Zhaoyue didn't hold it against her. "Lead the way."
"This..." The young man was stumped.
This group of people are no pushovers. If the boss finds out that he was the one who brought them in, he'll skin him alive.
Bang!
Qin Zhaoyue had no patience to waste time with a subordinate. Seeing his hesitation, she patted him on the shoulder again, but this time she used her true energy.
Ugh... half of the kid's body is numb.
That's it, this is someone he absolutely cannot afford to offend.
"Distinguished guest, please...please come in."
He led the way, and Qin Zhaoyue followed behind him without a care in the world.
Logically speaking, one should be more careful when entering such a dark place for the first time, but Qin Zhaoyue was not afraid at all.
Are you kidding me? With the commanders of the Xuanji Guard following us, why would we need to be careful dealing with some insignificant gang? It's a complete rout, okay?
The shop was lit by a dim oil lamp, just one lamp, and the light was very dim.
The shadows cast on the wall resemble ghosts and monsters, easily creating a feeling of oppression.
The four people present were highly skilled and daring, with at least a fifth-grade cultivation level. With just a little perception, they could see everything around them.
This really is a rice shop; it has a pleasant aroma of grain, and it has everything you need to run a business.
It's estimated that they do legitimate business during the day, and only turn into a dark shop after closing at night.
The young man, supporting his numb shoulder, carefully walked straight inside, passing through the shop and arriving directly at the rice warehouse in the backyard.
Move aside several large sacks in the corner that appeared to be piled with old rice but were actually empty at the bottom, revealing a wooden plank covered in mud and ash.
Three taps were made at the edge, two light and one heavy, and the wooden board was immediately pushed open from the inside with a dull creak.
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