Nearly a hundred well-trained Imperial Guards went to take care of a gang of thugs who only knew how to block the road and collect protection fees, it was just like using a cleaver to kill a chicken.
Yang Ge had barely half-closed his eyes when Fang Ke, Gu Tong, and others returned.
The two who came to report back saw Yang Ge wrapped in a large cloak, resting in the river breeze, and felt a slight stir in their hearts, unconsciously lightening their steps.
As they reached Yang Ge, Gu Tong habitually slowed his pace, falling behind Fang Ke by a stride.
But Fang Ke stopped, turned his hand back, and pulled him forward.
Gu Tong looked at Fang Ke, puzzled.
Fang Ke gestured towards Yang Ge with a "please" motion.
Gu Tong was stunned for a moment, then respectfully clasped his fist towards Fang Ke to show his understanding.
Fang Ke smiled.
Gu Tong turned around, wiped his hands on his clothing, stepped forward, clasped his fists and bowed slightly, calling softly, "My lord."
