There were a total of two carriages, and the one behind was prepared for Ximen Bai and his son. Everyone saw Ximen Bai walk out, his body inadvertently exuded the aura of an expert. Many people in the crowd had a trace of fear in their eyes as they quietly retreated, afraid that Ximen Bai would see them.
These people did not constitute a minority. Moreover, these people were all citizens of Danska City. They had bullied Ximen Bai and his son many times in the past.
"Ah, Daddy, look, isn't that Little Dumpling's father? He used to scold us and beat me up!" Ximen Song, who was in Ximen Bai's arms, raised his little finger and shouted at a fat man hiding in the crowd, trying his best to minimize his presence.
Beiting Huang was about to get into the carriage when he heard this. He stopped in his tracks and looked up in the direction of Ximen Rong's finger.
Plop!
