Chapter 381. Small Shopping in the Tent
In a dimly lit alley on Fun Streak Island, the laughter and music from the main streets faded into an eerie silence. A group of unsavory men with wicked grins slowly surrounded a lone girl at the alley’s dead end. She stood calmly, her long silver hair catching the faint glow of the streetlamp above. Delicate fox ears twitched atop her head, and three fluffy tails swayed gently behind her.
"Well, well... What do we have here?" one of the men sneered, licking his lips. "Did the festival send us a little treat?"
The girl’s golden eyes scanned them lazily, her expression blank—bored, even. She didn’t flinch as the men drew closer, each step filled with malice.
Moments later, the girl strolled out of the alley with the same indifferent expression, brushing dust off her outfit as if nothing had happened. Behind her, the once-lively alley was now a silent tomb. Lifeless bodies sprawled across the cobblestones, eyes wide with terror, as though they’d never even realized how close they were to death.
With a sigh, she flicked her wrist and her fox ears and tails faded into nothing, hidden by illusion magic. The disguise was necessary. Her appearance drew far too much attention on this island of vice and curiosity.
"No point in keeping them out. It’s just a bother," she muttered to herself.
She hadn’t taken more than a few steps before another group of thugs appeared from around a corner, faces flushed from alcohol and their minds drunk with desire.
"Hehe... Looks like we got a cutie wandering alone," one of them chuckled, elbowing his friend. "You lost, sweetheart?"
The girl—Su Fei—sighed again, visibly disappointed. "Is there really no end to this?"
Without a word, she turned and walked down another alley, this one narrower and darker than the last. The thugs grinned and followed, already fantasizing about what they’d do.
They never came back out.