Yang Ge nodded: "From this moment, we have at most eight days. Make good use of the time."
Fang Ke glanced at him and replied, "Sir, documents from the Jiangzhe Provincial Administration take only five days to arrive here."
Yang Ge: "All I know is that we are the emperor's personal troops, the guards stationed at the Northern Town Prefectural Commissioner's Office appointed by the Brocade-Clothed Guard. I know nothing of any Provincial Administration Commission."
Fang Ke: "I understand, sir!"
Yang Ge: "Hoist the flag of my Brocade-Clothed Guard. Those who resist stubbornly will be killed without mercy!"
Fang Ke: "Yes, sir!"
With that, he touched his sword and hurriedly turned and left.
Yang Ge watched him go, feeling somewhat relieved.
Fang Ke was a man who held awe in his heart, aware of what was significant and what was not.
When there is a way out, that's a bad thing.
When there is no way out, that's a good thing!
