C79 Tachometer

"Young Master, are we just going to let them leave?"

On the city gate, a ruffian who had just watched Bai and the others leave couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Zigen fiddled with the flute in his hand, "Zhang Zigen, you've been with me for so long, when have you ever seen me at a disadvantage?"

The scoundrel named Six-Eyed rolled his eyes and shook his head, "No