The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician

The lead pursuer roughly pulled open his clothes and forcefully tore them apart.

Inside the lining of that garment were stuffed with small bags containing white powder, and besides, there were vials and little bottles the size of liquid medicine, and colorful pills.

”Hmph,” the leader snorted. He opened one of the bags and smelled it faintly, his expression turning ugly, kicked the man on the ground furiously, ”Isn’t this ’drugs’? Daring to sell drugs on our Taigong Street, you’re really asking for it! Take him away!”

He waved his hand, turned, and led his subordinates into an alley, with several of his men escorting the ashen-faced drug peddler, who quickly left the main area of Taigong Street.

Taigong Street returned to its tranquility, and Uncle Jes stared blankly in the direction the group had left.

He recognized the leader, a minor boss in the Taigong Dynasty named Rodney. He had a rather good impression of that guy; although he was unruly, when buying fruit, he always paid up front.