Liu Zheng arrived at the gates of the Hundred Ghosts.
Compared to the guests arriving by car or carriage, his decision to walk seemed a bit out of place.
And this incongruity also caught the attention of those guests and the doormen.
"What are you looking at!"
Facing those curious gazes, Liu Zheng accepted them with ease.
And for the malicious glares, he simply returned them with even greater malevolence.
He had already killed one of the Eight Divine Guardians of Hundred Ghosts, and these people, who couldn't even be considered esteemed guests, were worth even less.
The guests who frequent the Hundred Ghosts naturally weren't of good temperament, and several of them pretended to casually edge closer towards him.
"Aren't you going to do something?"
Liu Zheng asked the doorman.
"Sir, this is outside the bathhouse."
The doorman, whose face looked like a powdered doll but had the skin of an old woman, said with a forced smile.
