The following morning, at the southeastern corner of the street by Tao Hua Alley, there used to be a tea house.
At the moment, the tea house had been requisitioned.
In front of the door, two long queues were arranged, with one burly man after another in brown clothes lining up to register.
More than twenty soldiers in black tight suits, wearing brown leather armor on the upper body, were patrolling back and forth to maintain order.
Despite their constant shouting for silence, the noise could not be stopped.
Chen Mu, now standing at 1.8 meters, had a robust build and a face rugged with flesh.
Dressed in a gray tight suit, his wrists fitted with black leather braces, his hair was casually tied into a ponytail at the back of his head as he strutted towards the tea house.
The soldiers at the door, seeing Chen Mu's appearance,
knew that he most likely was a martial artist from Jianghu; they immediately stepped aside to let Chen Mu into the tea house.
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