Tang Zheng intentionally showed a tense expression, stuffed the money into his chest, and quickened his pace. Sure enough, the sound of high-heels clattering on the ground behind him immediately became hurried—it was clearly a streetwalker running. But just seconds later, there was a pained cry of "ouch."
"Damn, I curse you with a lifetime of impotence!" The streetwalker had fallen down, looking at the poor quality silk stockings worn through on her thigh, a scraped knee, she swore furiously in anger.
"Hehe!" Tang Zheng laughed loudly as he turned his head back, flipped the bird, and turned at the Crossroad—he wasn't about to hit the streetwalker just for a curse.
The moonlight was bright, scattering a clear glow on the road.
