The loud curses were tyrannical, fierce and tough. Before Qin Wushuang turned to look back, he already knew that that these riders had no intentions of slowing down.
He also did not want to cause trouble. Thus, he cracked the horsewhip in his hand and urged his horse to the side.
The city street was very wide, vendor’s booth filled both side of the street as people crowded the little shops. They all evaded when they heard the rushed sounds of the unstopping hooves.
However, as people shoved and pushed each other, many vendor’s booth became scattered in the scramble. And some of the hot-tempered teenage men all started to curse in a small voice.
“What the hell? Who do you think you are, riding a horse down the street!” A person muttered to himself with discontent.
It was all some teenage riders on the horses. They waved their horsewhips and laughed casually as if they were enjoying such chaotic scene.
