"How are the security measures of Capital City's waste system?"
In Gotham, Zhou Li and his two companions sat next to the old scholar, holding a wine pot, admiring the moon, and then spoke words that, to outsiders, made no sense and, to those who knew them, were shockingly audacious.
"I think it's not as good as Beiliang's."
After a moment of contemplation, the old scholar decisively said, "After all, I designed that defense formation in Beiliang. I doubt that Capital City would have a lunatic First Rank Heavenly General who'd bother to devise a defense array for a dung pit. What, afraid Lord Jing will steal a bite from the buffet?"
"Isn't that quite alright?"
Zhou Li chuckled, then turned to Zhu Qianyun who was holding Tang Wan thoughtfully, and said, "Shall we go together? Go back and see your uncle."
"I do miss them quite a bit."
