Mi Bai sprinted ahead, several stout men chasing him. Every time they were about to catch up, they would see the scholar shrink his body and squeeze into a small alley or between people, surrounded by imminent dangers.
Luckily, the new branch of Qingfeng Bank was not far from Fengqing Alley. In just a short while, they saw the main entrance of the shop.
The scholar continued his momentum, running directly into the pawnshop, leaving the men who were chasing him to glance at each other in confusion.
Even though the Righteous Gang had a huge reputation in the markets, they still felt an inner unease when it came to these family-run enterprises.
Especially well-established ones like Qingfeng Bank, they were suddenly unencouraged to pursue.
When Zhang Kuo, clutching his nose, arrived, he saw his men standing across the street from Qingfeng Bank, staring at the pawnshop like simpletons.
