The People of the Central Plain Are Crazy (Part 1)

　　The escort was at Bishui Town in Changzhou, the town that had been plunged into complete chaos. Bishui Town was under Changzhou's jurisdiction. Further southeast was Taihu's coast. It would take one night of travelling around to reach Huzhou's border. Shen Yiren went from Suzhou to Huzhou, which was the opposite direction, but it was more time efficient.

　　The streets in Bishui Town were trashed, yet they were still fighting after an hour of fighting. The townsfolk were terrified and panic-stricken. It was two hundred and twenty-five men from Tea Lake Manor, Qian Clan and Horse Divine a.s.sociation against Night Fortress' allies which numbered roughly seven hundred men. The former team's men were forced to fight a fight they didn't even know the reason for.

　　Since Night Fortress' side had more adepts and the escort, it should've ended quickly. Sadly, the terrain made for a horrible battlefield. They weren't on a flat plain, where they could spread their armies and fight. They were large men trying to squeezing into a small town. Moreover, most of them were experts at street fighting. As soon as they lost, they'd make a dash.

　　When hooligans fought, the loser would flee with the winner in pursuit across eight streets, at the very least. If the grudge was more serious, they'd chase them across half a city. Any stalls they toppled in their frenzy were just considered unlucky. When they b.u.mped into people, they'd drop a quick apology. If they b.u.mped into a maiden, they considered themselves lucky. Those situations were just part and parcel of gang fights. Worse, some of them weren't skilled but compensated with tenacity. Their unbecoming fighting style led to them devastating the townsfolk's homes.

　　Since the trio's team were weaker, had no desire to fight and leaders weren't present, they only engaged briefly before fleeing. They weren't formidable fighters, but they sure were formidable runners. Horse Divine a.s.sociation's members were the fastest runners; perhaps it had to do with them training horses. They went as far as rubbing oil on the bottom of their footwear to turn tight corners and slip into alleys. It was impossible for groups to squeeze into a single alley, after all. The sounds of their footsteps were comparable to annoying and booming drum beats. The town's layout wasn't complex, and there were few dead ends, creating an endless game of tag.

　　Two hundred people couldn't possibly defeat seven hundred people. With that said, seven hundred people couldn't necessarily catch two hundred people. The two hundred weren't unified, but neither was the seven hundred randomly slapped together. The seven hundred even quarrelled amongst themselves every now and then, vying to impress Night Fortress.

　　Jiangnan's citizens weren't used to clan wars because the Seven Champion White Princes rarely allowed anybody to run amok in their territory. The odd small skirmish here and there was inevitable; however, they would be quashed before anyone tough to deal with could exacerbate the situation. It had been ten years since a riot of that scale was seen. All the cursing in the world wouldn't have been able to stop the hooligans.