Lu Chang'sheng and Li Nangua split up once they reached the South Gate.
Li Nangua stood by the city gate, waiting for him.
He checked the time, then headed toward the Traveler's Inn.
There were noticeably fewer people around the South Gate compared to the West Gate.
The lower classes often have a sharp awareness of their surroundings.
As he approached the Traveler's Inn by the South Gate, he quickly sensed several covert eyes watching him.
"The young master from the West Gate?"
A manager-looking fellow walked over, eyeing Lu Chang'sheng with a mocking smirk.
To them, the young man in front of them—branded with the mark of the Three Red Gang—had now shown up here under force. He was their trophy, and naturally, they felt a bit superior.
"Where's Black Monkey? I want to see him before we talk about the Archery Practice Ground!"
Lu Chang'sheng spoke calmly.
The manager glanced around, signaling discreetly, and in no time a few people had quietly surrounded Lu Chang'sheng.
