Since ancient times, cities with ports behind them had always been prosperous. Yellow oil County's County city was not large, but its streets were wide and straight, and pedestrians were weaving in and out of it, making it very lively.
Xu Qi 'an stood on the dock and looked around. Porters and coolies were coming and going, sweating.
With a sweep of his eyes, he locked onto a Foreman who was holding an account book and drinking tea under the pergola. He walked over and looked down at the foreman with one hand on the knife.
The foreman looked at Xu Qi 'an and the silver and copper Gong emblems embroidered on the chests of the Watchmen behind him. Even though he did not know the watchman's uniform, the watchman's reputation was well-known even among the common people.
This, this was the legendary night watchman? The foreman was puzzled as he stood up and bowed. "Milords, do you have any orders?"
