Just as Zheng Ming softly murmured to himself, he heard a loud shout from ahead, "Which family branch do you young masters belong to? Causing such trouble at the city gates yet you dare to loiter here, take them all down!"
Along with the roar, a troop of people rushed over from far away, with a middle-aged man with a sullen face leading the front.
However, the most distinctive feature of these people was their attire; they all wore red robes, emblazoned with a gold Jiaolong with a single horn.
The commoners around them quickly stepped aside at the sight of these people, and some even showed a look of fear in their eyes.
Upon seeing the newcomers, there was no change in Zheng Tiezhu's expression. No, more accurately, a look of joy appeared on his face at this moment.
He stood up from his carriage and shouted in a deep voice, "I am Zheng Tiezhu from the Tribute Hall, tasked with escorting a gentleman to enter the Capital City."