"Mr. Tang!" When Tang Mo saw Solon again, he thought that Solon's lover must have been discovered by Mrs. Solon.
Because Solon's gaunt face was full of stories, probably like that of a corrupt official who pocketed three hundred million and then hurried to the airport with his briefcase.
Tang Mo rubbed his nose, fully aware of why the good sheriff had suddenly come looking for him.
They hadn't been in contact recently; the only transaction between them had been about flintlock guns. So this time, Solon was definitely here for that matter.
Still, Tang Mo played dumb, knowingly asking, "Lord Solon! What urgent matter brings you to me?"
"You hit the nail on the head! They've sent someone from above to inspect our military readiness," Solon replied, somewhat nervously and anxiously.
These local officials could become local officials because naturally, they had their own backers above them. Some backers might not be powerful, but they could act as eyes and ears.
