The massive wooden doors of the warehouse were firmly shut, and standing in front of them was a young man in a green robe, carrying a bundle on his back and wearing a round hat.
His skin was exceptionally pale, his eyes fox-like, a perfect oval face.
Based solely on his demeanor, he should be a scholar.
Yuan Gang rode up slowly on his horse, the two men contrasting sharply, one tall, one short, one strong, one frail.
"Hey! Who are you?"
Yuan Gang shouted loudly.
"Are you one of Nangong Qianying's men?"
The scholar looked up at Yuan Gang, his face revealing a strange smile.
Yuan Gang felt a chill on his back, clenched his teeth tightly, and asked again, "Hey! Speak up, did you capture my soldiers? Release them now!"
"I didn't expect you to actually come. It's evident you really care about your subordinates."
"Cut the crap, open the door!"
"Are you sure you want me to open it?"
"Do as I say, or I'll slash you with one strike!"