A cloud drifted by, hazy as smoke.
The azure sky seemed to wait for a misty rain, and before long, a long-absent drizzle began to fall, its patter deepening the autumn chill.
As mentioned before, the West Market was the largest market in the Daqian Capital City.
Half the establishments here hung plaques bearing the Zheng Clan's name.
The West Market was adjacent to the West City Gate.
And Xiaoyao Square was situated in a corner of the West Market, just two alleys from the city gate.
On the surface, Xiaoyao Square was a general store, selling firewood, rice, oil, and salt during the day, and hosting gambling at night.
A Thug guarding the door rounded the corner of the alley. He had just relieved himself by the roadside and was now hitching up his pants, tying the sash as he grinned at another man.
"Guess what I just saw? I don't know what's gotten into those cats from the Six Gates, but they're up in the middle of the night, plastering wanted posters all over the streets!"
