Constables: "What do we do now, do we still fight?"
Assassins: "This chump seems to have mighty martial arts..."
After waiting for a moment, Yang Ge grew impatient and spoke again, "Is there anyone here who can speak up? Come forward and answer me. What are you all really fighting for? Isn't a post station for resting?"
As his words ended, a twitchy masked assassin bellowed fiercely, "The White Lotus Sect is handling affairs here; anyone who doesn't want to die, scram!"
"Oh, the White Lotus Sect, huh? Impressive, impressive!"
Yang Ge suddenly understood and turned his head back to the group of constables: "And you? Which government office are you from?"
A valiant official wearing a black gauze cap and dark clothes, holding a ring-pommel saber, loudly replied: "I am Pei Jixun from Dali Temple, the Zuo. Who might you be?"
