Constable Fang was 43 years old and of medium build.
He had a very square face, but between his brows, there was a faint cold and murderous aura.
The moment he walked into the inn, all the experienced people who saw him had a common understanding in their hearts that Yingying was not someone to be trifled with.
They were right ...
The fangjin in front of him, his stamina, martial arts, experience ... Were all at the peak of his career.
In the six Fan School, he could be considered one of the best.
If not for that, he would not have been sent to such a small border town at such a time.
"Shopkeeper." After Fang Jin stepped into the inn, he looked ahead and said these three words.
"This lowly one greets old master!" The shopkeeper of the ke Lai Xuan hurriedly responded and came out from the counter to welcome him,""May I ask what instructions does master have?"
