Jiang Wang moved forward, reaching the end of the street and, quite naturally, turned right, advanced, veered to the left, and then swiftly ducked into an alley.
In the town of Wenxi, he travelled light with a practiced ease, as if he had lived here for a long time, never crossing paths with the passersby.
Vaulting over into a courtyard, by the time he reappeared, he was donning a cloak, draped in a black robe, having changed his attire entirely.
Before he left, he deliberately made some noise.
In no time at all, a fat man with his shirt open and belly exposed rushed out from the inner room, steel knife in hand, fuming with rage. Upon glancing around the courtyard, he burst into a foul tirade, "Damn it! Where's the robe that I hung out here?"
A skinny fellow squeezed out as well, "Hey! Who did this? Even my cloak hanging outside is gone!"
"Damn it!" The fat man looked around, cursing loudly, "Who dares to steal even Zheng Lao San's things?"
