Zhang Ming was leaning against a carved wooden pillar when he suddenly saw a young man with a slicked-back hairstyle walking over in a swagger.
The other man was spinning an agate thumb ring on his fingertip, a malicious gleam flashing in the depths of his eyes.
"Hey! You in the gray tunic." Zhang Xiang stepped up and planted his foot on the sandalwood chair beside Zhang Ming, his gold-rimmed glasses sliding down to the bridge of his nose. "Do you know whose turf this is?"
Chapter 62