At dawn, Xinyou Alley
The Bailang Gang's minor leader, Miao Bai, entered the alley with a face full of bad luck.
Two burly men with sullen faces followed him.
"Still haven't found that fisherman?" Miao Bai asked, his tone unfriendly.
"That guy is as slippery as a fish. In the blink of an eye, he's gone. These past two days, we've scoured Qingshan County at least five times, yet haven't caught a glimpse of him."
"Useless!" Miao Bai's face darkened.
He had told the gang leader before that he had found a way to make a fortune.
Yet, there were still no results.
Lately, the gang leader's glances at him had turned sour.
"Boss Bai, it's not like we've come back empty-handed."
"Shun Liu, who mingles at the city gates, said the fisherman lives inside the city. He saw him leaving the city with an empty basket."
Miao Bai's expression softened.
If the man was a city dweller, it would be easy to handle.
