If Ye Wudao was not mistaken, these people should be samurai from the Eastern Ocean. It seemed they were still not disheartened, but to deal with him, Ye Wudao, was not such an easy task. In the Eastern Ocean, he had never feared them, let alone here in Hua Country.
The samurai trailing Ye Wudao amounted to six in total. Each was wearing a coat, which in itself seemed quite odd,
because in Yangcheng, even in the depths of winter, it wouldn't be very cold, and few people wore coats. Moreover, it wasn't even winter yet, and they didn't seem to fear sweating profusely under their layers.
Ye Wudao walked forward for about three hundred meters, leaving the Pearl River behind and entering a narrow alley whose destination was unknown. However, it was pitch black inside, with neither pedestrians nor passersby.
Behind the alley was a construction site yet to be developed. Someone had cleared a space and planted some vegetables, suggesting it was tended by locals.
