Just as the clone was deep in thought, he saw a few figures flash past the entrance of the alley. Their bodies were filled with the smell of smoke and alcohol as they walked in.
A wave of vulgar words rang out, filling the alley.
Looking at these people's appearance, he knew that they were not good people, but the kind of idle Street scoundrels.
They didn't have much ability, but they thought themselves to be extraordinary. They couldn't do much, but they were good at causing trouble.
These ruffians "words were vulgar, and their actions were exaggerated and unbridled. They were clearly in a state of drunkenness.
Because of the hot weather, these people were bare-chested and had dark-colored hideous patterns on their oily skin.
It had dragon tattoos, phoenix tattoos, tigers and leopards painted on it, as if it was a protective color for animals and insects, declaring to its own kind how bad it was to provoke.
