Honking is not allowed in the city, and James Grant, desperate to escape, didn’t pay attention to this at all.

“Eeeek…” The sharp sound of sudden braking pierced James Grant’s ears.

Young Master Grant hurriedly darted to the side, but unexpectedly, his foot slipped into empty air and his body immediately fell downward.

Years of training finally paid off—James Grant reacted quickly, realizing he had fallen into a pit. His strong, powerful hand shot out, grabbing the edge of the pit and steadying himself.

“Whew~~” James Grant let out a breath for no reason—what a close call.

But in the next moment, Young Master Grant wanted to cry.

What kind of pit was this? It was clearly a sewer with the manhole cover stolen. A pungent stench wafted up from below, nearly knocking James Grant out.

Before James Grant could climb out of the sewer, those relentless thieves had already arrived at the edge.

Looking up at their sinister grins, James Grant felt his luck had hit rock bottom.

“Boss! What should we do with him?” One of them, with dyed yellow hair, turned his head and asked.

A fairly handsome face appeared above the sewer, though twisted in pain. James Grant instantly recognized him as the one who had just stolen from him.

So this is what they mean by “thirty years east of the river, thirty years west”? James Grant truly understood it now.

“Break one of his fingers!” the thief said through gritted teeth. “Once you’re done, get out of here!”

“Got it!” The yellow-haired guy, looking fierce, quickly squatted down, stretched out his knife, and at this moment, both of James Grant’s hands were gripping the ground, struggling to hold himself up, making it all too easy for them.

“Pah!” Young Master Grant spat, hitting the yellow-haired guy right in the face, then let go of his hands, letting himself fall.

The yellow-haired guy wiped his face, listened to the wild laughter echoing from the sewer, and turned to his boss: “He fell down himself. What now?”

“Leave, what else? You want to go down there?” The thief was clearly unwilling, but considering the commotion, it was best to leave for now. Later, they could have someone keep watch here and settle the score with that kid when he came out.

Strictly speaking, James Grant was a traveler.

When he was twelve, his old man gave him a large sum of money to travel the world, and that’s when James Grant began his journey.

To this day, James Grant still didn’t understand how his father could bear to let him travel so far alone, and with so much money on him!

But over time, James Grant grew to appreciate his father’s decision.

Over the years, James Grant had traveled far and wide, seen countless things, and witnessed all facets of society. Psychologically, he was far beyond his peers. As time passed, the little boy gradually grew into a tall, sturdy man. Years of wandering had given James Grant’s skin a permanent bronze wheat color, glowing faintly.

His rugged appearance gave him a wild and unrestrained aura. Though tall, he wasn’t brutish, instead giving people a sense of security.

In his mind, James Grant tried hard to recall his father’s face, but it always seemed a bit blurry.

But damn, this sewer was really deep! He’d been falling for several minutes and still hadn’t hit the bottom.

The rapid descent made James Grant feel dizzy, the wind howling past his ears, making them ache, and even his clothes were puffed up by the air. The stench also made James Grant’s stomach churn.

After a moment, the pungent smell suddenly vanished, replaced by the fragrance of fresh grass and the earthy scent of soil, leaving James Grant puzzled.

Since when did our country’s sewers start getting landscaped?

As he pondered, an invisible force suddenly appeared beneath him, as if a giant hand was holding him up. James Grant’s body came to an abrupt halt.

The sudden change in speed made Young Master Grant grunt involuntarily, all the blood rushing to his nose, mouth, and ears. In the blink of an eye, James Grant became a bloody mess, his vision blurred, unable to see anything.

James Grant felt as if his bones were about to break, and he didn’t even have the strength to move a finger.

Before James Grant could think of anything else, a strange force suddenly descended from above, enveloping him completely.

It was a very peculiar sensation—James Grant felt as if he were in a sauna, his whole body limp, but very comfortable.

A string of melodious, incomprehensible syllables sounded in his ears, making James Grant’s spirit jolt.

To call this a heavenly voice was no exaggeration. The beautiful sound was like a lover’s soft whisper, stirring every drop of blood in James Grant’s body, gradually making it boil.

Although the voice was lovely, James Grant felt a chill in his heart!

How could there be such a beautiful voice in a sewer? Could it be a ghost?

James Grant wanted to turn his head to see whether the owner of the voice was human or ghost, but to his dismay, he found he couldn’t move at all.

The aftereffects of the high-speed fall left Young Master Grant with only enough strength to roll his eyes.

Before James Grant could think any further, the mysterious force that had been surrounding him suddenly surged inside.