Intervening in an event that was none of his business, it was something that could get himself in trouble. His manager would kill him if he ever got a scar or even a scratch on his face—he had already chosen to go against death by crashing his Harley Davidson motorcycle into oblivion.
How much more trouble could he get himself into?
Well, there was the event of placing his life in even more risk by fighting spirits that preyed on qi and were formed on negative emotions. He knew that they were abundant, living in a city like this could surely weigh a lot of people down.
It took some time, but he came upon the veiled business district and saw the events unfolding before his eyes. They didn't find the Huli Jing but they also stumbled upon something dangerous as well. In his position, the creatures couldn't sense him yet, especially as they were focused on the three for some reason.
