"My lord, I just spotted that vicious bandit from the wanted poster at the city gate."
The speaker was a man named Zhang San. At this moment, a sly and wicked smile hung on his face, and a crafty, wretched look peered through his brows and eyes.
One only had to look at his countenance to easily see that he was by no means a good sort; he was merely an idle idler of the marketplace who drifted through life without a proper trade.
Chapter 127