Gu Shen was not drunk.
From start to finish, he had been completely sober.
So that row of people by the street, from the moment they appeared to the moment they stopped, every single word they uttered, he heard them all very clearly.
The man who was surrounded and fussed over clearly didn't belong to the old district from his flashy clothes... He must be a big shot who lived a life of luxury in the core areas of Da Du, because his every word and look conveyed disdain, belittlement, and contempt for the lower class.
But such people were not new to Gu Shen.
What is this... humiliation, slander, mockery?
If he cared, then they all counted.
But Gu Shen never cared. He had no time, no energy, and no capacity to care.
So he might as well assume someone had just farted by his ear, and the wind would disperse it naturally.
He patted Crow on the back with a composed expression, "Let's go."
"Wait..."
