The neon lights on Bar Street flickered, and various kinds of music intertwined, spreading far away. The street was bustling with people, a constant flow of vehicles, and the stall outside the bar gradually attracted many people. However, this teahouse had no guests; instead, a group of young men with a bad demeanor arrived. Unable to drink, they were already holding a grudge in their hearts. Seeing these people, they suddenly got furious. If it weren't for their identities and discipline, they would have rushed forward to pummel them already.
The ladies turned their faces away in disgust, not even glancing at these men. With men around, the ladies weren't worried about safety concerns at all. Everyone looked at Luo Zheng, waiting for orders. Luo Zheng found it difficult to issue an attack command since they hadn't crossed a significant line. A conflict between soldiers and locals would be a political issue and could cause trouble. Better to bear it if possible.
