August arrived as scheduled.
The day was sunny and breezy.
Jiang Wang, Zhongxuan Sheng, and Fourteen, the three of them rode side by side, leaving from Jiang Mansion.
They swaggered through the streets of Linzi, truly acting like they owned the place—mainly because Zhongxuan Pang's figure was astonishingly imposing, when he rode down Linzi's main street, which usually accommodates seven horses abreast, there was scarcely any room left once he squeezed through.
The three of them took up most of the street as they rode together, looking every bit the extravagant bullies.
Not to mention, a gang of ruffians with clubs and sticks followed behind them.
"Do we really need to be like this?" Facing the disdainful looks from passersby, Jiang Wang felt somewhat uncomfortable.
"We're here to bully people; if we don't strut, how can we succeed?" Zhongxuan Sheng didn't care at all and casually ordered, "Fourteen, keep up, maintain formation!"
