The group quickly left the market and turned into a small alley outside before stopping.
Old Madam Yang heaved a sigh of relief and asked worriedly, "Shuitao, is the vendor alright?"
"Don't worry, he's fine." Tong Shuitao had followed Gu Yundong for so long. Although her temper had become domineering, she was not completely brainless.
If she dared to make a move, she could guarantee that nothing would happen.
As expected, when the officers rushed to the scene, they saw more than ten stall owners lying on the ground and wailing.
One of them pointed in the direction Tong Shuitao had left and howled, "Master, it's that woman just now. She beat us up like this."
The others also started talking at once. It was so noisy that the officers had a headache.
However, since these dozen or so vendors could make a name for themselves in this area, they naturally had some connections with the officials in charge of this market.
