Zhang Dage was waiting at the entrance of the study room, inwardly cursing those pompous, penniless scholars.
"Bloody bastards, having read a couple of worthless books, they all walk around with their noses pointed at the sky. Just let one of you break the law one day and fall into my hands, and I will show you what Master Zhang is made of."
Just as Zhang Dage was enjoying his silent curses, a voice interrupted him.
Chapter 102