"Woof woof woof..."
The moment Yang Ge had finally fallen asleep, he was woken up again.
He stared at the pitch-black beams above him, listening to the "crack, crack" sound of tiles rubbing, rolling over from the other end of the beam in front of his face, so exhausted he almost wished he could grab a brick and rush up to smash the stupid thief on the roof to death.
'Three times now!'
Clenching his bedding tightly, he yelled in his heart, "When will it ever end!"
He had tried to think from the perspective of those Jianghu people entering the town, how they would identify Zhang Mazi among the tens of thousands of residents in Lu Ting...
He had thought about simply creating an arena, challenging him to come forward and fight.
He had also considered that they might harm the people of Lu Ting to force him to come out and fight.
He even thought that they might pretend to be Zhang Mazi and stir up trouble to force him to come out and clear the situation.
