The brash wastrels barged into the inn, and unexpectedly, they heard Xing Fengzi utter such a phrase.
A look of shock crossed their faces for a moment.
They were aware that their reputation in this county town was not particularly good.
But in truth, they didn't really care, after all, they were no saints. What did they care for reputation? Was reputation as important as silver? Was reputation as important as Little Cui'er in the brothels?
As long as these guys didn't badmouth them to their faces, they would pretend nothing had happened.
Moreover, they were confident, certain that no one dared to speak ill of them in their presence.
Because anyone who dared to do so had long since been thrashed by them and thrown into prison.
Now, those audacious fools still hadn't been released!
This tyrannical feeling truly fascinated these wastrel rangers.
Because they felt... even they, the usually unwelcome rogues, had become officials whom everyone feared.
