The streets of Jiangdu City were bustling with activity.
The common folk were busy with their daily lives.
Zhang Xiaoer was just a struggling laborer, living a hard life, frequently bullied by the Serpent Gang, but he'd grown accustomed to it all.
At that moment.
He was carrying some goods when he heard a noise coming from behind, sounding like the clatter of hooves, and he turned around out of curiosity.
This glance seemed harmless at first.
But when he saw the people inside the prisoner carts, his mouth fell open in shock, leaving him completely dumbfounded.
Clang!
A sack of rice fell to the ground, landing on his foot. Though it hurt, he was still too stunned to react.
