Dusk.
The setting sun shone on the golden characters on the plaque of the Duke of England Mansion, making them gleam. The people and horses of the Eight Great Merchants filed out from under the plaque and scattered into Jinling City. Some headed for the Qinhuai River, some for Sanshan Street, some for the Old Courtyard.
Thirty-two and San Shichi, who were feigning idle chatter before Qing Mansion's gate, heard the commotion and were about to dart out after them, but the other side had eight men and they had only two.
Thirty-two halted and pondered for a moment: "You tail that man from the Wang Family. I need to go into the government office and find someone to ask for news."
San Shichi said in a low voice: "The Landlord said it before, the one inside the government office can't be contacted at will."
