บท 227: Back To The Black Market [1]

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The sound of a wooden cane was heard in the night air, its symphonic rhythm creating an almost soothing sensation to the air.

The midnight moon subtly shone through the dark cold clouds in the sky, basking the secluded streets below in its dim light.

But yet, a certain part of the city was completely shrouded from its embrace.

As if it was a separate part from the bustling city on the other side.

And this was where the sounds of the cane originated from.

A figure walked in the empty dark streets of that part of the city, either completely unaware of the dangers or indifferent of the threat they could pose to him.

However, from the unapproachable energy that exuded from his cloaked figure, one could suppose that it was the latter.

And surely enough, if one looked closely, they would see multiple pickpockets or thieves–that used the darkness to their advantage– change their ways as the figure walked near.