"Sir, we're here, this is the place!"
"Are you sure?"
Dressed in a dark-colored robe and sporting a meticulously trimmed scruffy beard, Jiang Bei looked upward at the house in front of him, then lowered his gaze towards the yamen runner standing before him.
"I'd stake my life and fortunes on it, sir. The young man you're looking for is dwelling here."
The express constable from Anqing Official Residence nodded and bowed deeply. He was a significant figure around these parts, and finding a young man with features as distinctive as the one they were looking for posed no issue for him. How could he possibly be wrong?
"That gentleman..."
The yamen runner tried to elaborate further, but Jiang Bei raised his hand to stop him. The yamen runner dutifully fell silent as the recently-promoted warrior took a moment to listen quietly.
Despite the sound of lake waves hitting the shore, Jiang Bei could still hear the whooshing sound of weapons being swung in the house before him.
