A middle-aged man with short messy black hair, a long beard, and a torn black robe was sitting enjoying tea in a simple roadside tavern.
"Sir. Here is your order." The young man in a gray maid's outfit carried a tray with food, and the young man placed the plate slowly on the table.
The middle-aged man nodded slightly. He reached into his shirt pocket and took out a tael of gold. "This is for you," he said, handing over the gold taels.
The young man was silent for a moment and received the gold tael. "Thank you, sir," he replied, bowing his head and leaving.
The middle-aged man, none other than Lin Chen, was eating the food on the table. Currently, he is doing a disguise. This is because so many pamphlets of his face are pasted on the city walls.
Lin Chen couldn't help but acknowledge the draftsman when he saw the flyer on his face. How could he not? His drawn face was the same as his, without the slightest flaw.
