"Master Huang, we can't rush the matter of suppressing bandits."
Within the County Government Office, Han Shizhong, dressed in a bright red brocade robe, casually draped his leg over the chair, smoking a roll-up, speaking in a muffled voice, "It isn't even dawn yet, and there are only a few miscellanea soldiers in the prefectural yamen. Going now is just asking for death. Why bother?"
Huang Silang, wearing a white hat, laughed. He sat upright across from Han Shizhong, keeping himself perfectly composed. He tapped on the table and said, "County Chief Han, you are not being fair."
"Fair? How am I not fair?"
