"This stone lion is indeed quite beautiful, the carving is very delicate."
Jiang Yuan stood at the entrance of the small restaurant, stopping to admire it.
The stone lion had a slightly greenish exterior that wasn't obvious in the video, but in the morning light, it seemed to emit a green-white luster, especially the part where the fur was exquisitely carved.
"It is very beautiful indeed," Mu Zhiyang said in agreement. He was holding a shield in his hand, his eyes fixed on the yard where his colleagues were pressing gambling guests who tried to scurry away, like foxes and rats, to the ground, his arms itching to join in.
Jiang Yuan himself was wearing a stab-resistant vest, but he didn't go up.
This part was similar to busting prostitution rings; during the most chaotic moments, nobody listened to what you said, and the first instinct of the group consciousness was to run.
If you encountered a foolhardy youth, getting stabbed by a knife would be just your bad luck.