The riverbank suddenly burst into commotion, everyone was stretching their necks, constantly peering down the path, occasionally tossing out a remark or two.
Hua Xiaomai originally had no interest in nosing into other people's affairs, but seeing how animated the conversations were, she became a bit curious and turned her head to take a look.
They were four middle-aged men, around thirty to forty, with the leader looking slightly portly. It was getting dark and his clothes were not clear, but under the light of the tung oil lanterns, one could still vaguely sense that his attire was quite luxurious.
As for the three trailing him, they were all burly with muscular builds, stern faces, and the look of men who were not to be trifled with.
As they walked, they were speaking loudly, their voices carried effortlessly to everyone's ears by the river wind.