The night was not quiet.
Ever since the Ministry of Justice issued the notice, many people had been looking for rapists at night.
However, the rapist disappeared for a few days, as if he was afraid and did not dare to appear again.
Zhao Quan was a vagabond in the pugilistic world. He wanted to come to the capital to broaden his horizons and see how powerful he was.
He had practiced taking the head of a general in a crowd of ten thousand horses. He was good at riding on the ground and in close combat.
In terms of Qinggong and martial arts, they were very ordinary.
He was drunk as he walked through the alleys of the capital. Because it was past the curfew time, he did not dare to take the official road. It would be too troublesome to invite the Ministry of Justice for tea.
Suddenly, he saw a figure flying up and down the wall.
"Is there a good show to watch? Revenge? Or what?"