The troops returning from Zhoushan merged into Hangzhou amidst the earth-shaking sounds of gongs and drums, gradually dissolving into parts.
After a brief rest and reorganization in Hangzhou and disposing of some miscellaneous spoils of war, they would escort the fallen heroes back home in batches with the money they were paid.
As soon as Yang Ge and Yang Tiansheng returned to their lodging, Yang Tiansheng, in a fit of grief and indignation, grabbed Yang Ge's throat with both hands, "I never expected you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, to also spend money on buying rankings..."
"Hold on!"
Yang Ge instantly caught the loophole and counter-grabbed him, "'Also'? Were those so-called 'Five Bravos of Zhoushan' a stunt you pulled off?"
Boy, he was still wondering who had time on their hands to spread such news so quickly.
They hadn't even reached Hangzhou yet, and their reputation had already preceded them.
Who would have thought it was this numbskull!
