Chapter 266 (1/2)

Anger (3)

In another part of the town, the commander of the town’s mercenary group was doing his daily rounds, i.e. teasing young girls, collecting ‘protection money’ and feasting upon a huge meal… “Boss, something happened…

“What’s the matter? Can’t you see I’m getting to know this lovely girl?”

At that moment, the commander had a young woman in his arms. The woman was struggling bitterly, almost to the point of accepting her fate. She thought this day was the day her innocence would die when things took a very sudden turn.

One of the members of the mercenary ran over shouting, upsetting the commander.

“Boss, you can do this later. Your nephew was beaten to death!” reported the member.

“What?! Who?! Doesn’t this place have laws?” roared the commander, immediately getting on his horse, “take me there!”

The member hesitated for a moment, then said, “Boss, it’s different this time. You need to be prepared. The people who killed your nephew were a group of refugees…”

“What refugees? Are they getting bolder now?” The commander was shocked, as if not wanting to believe it.

“They wouldn’t have dared if they were mere refugees, but one person with them is a very different young man. He’s the one backing them,” said the member.

“There’s no fucking difference, they’re all just refugees! I’ll kill his bastard, watch me!!” cursed the commander arrogantly, then rode off in a cloud of dust.

“Boss…” The member ran after him as fast as he could. He wanted to tell the commander if wasn’t that simple.

The commander was used to calling the shots in this part of town. He was arrogant and demanding, he didn’t even respect the Duke himself. He was getting increasingly full of himself as time passed.

Perhaps that was due to the fact that there were so few prominent characters in the town. He’d forgotten he was a mere frog at the bottom of the well. There were many people out there he couldn’t afford to offend.

Then again, this commander was a considerably experienced player himself, or he wouldn’t be able to get himself into this position!

And that was how the Duke, the mercenary commander, businessmen and commoners of the town ran to the gates. It was a grand event.

And Ye Lang, the eye of the storm, was staring into space as he squatted aside, grumbling, “I’m so stupid, I should’ve asked someone to bring a chicken or something. I’m starving!

As he waited, Ye Lang had grown increasingly hungry. You can imagine how watery the porridge was.

“Anything to eat nearby?” Ye Lang asked the soldiers surrounding the town.

“There’s a good beef noodle place nearby, but it’s for us commoners…” said the soldiers. They hesitated, seeing as Ye Lang was from the upper classes of society. Then again, they recalled Ye Lang also willing to drink the porridge handed out so he must not be very picky.

“It’s not far down the road. You’ll see a sign!”

“Then I’ll get some noodles! When they arrive, take whatever they offer, and you can spend the money however you want!” Ye Lang immediately stood up and left with Little Xin, leaving everyone around them in shock.