"Chairman Jing is bringing a large group of heavily armed followers, is he in a hurry to start a massacre?"
Mr. Iron sat on the roof of a small two-story building, wearing a wool or sable coat despite the hot weather. His dark-colored riding pants were rolled up to his knees, revealing a pair of sparsely hairy legs in straw sandals, dirty, with mud in the nail crevices, exuding a strong odor. He was picking his nose as he spoke, looking like a stereotypical uneducated peasant.
However, when he spoke, the other unexpected guests nearby fell silent, seeming to tacitly agree that he could represent everyone's voice.
Mr. Copper Iron of the Sea View Duke's Mansion has always been a benchmark in the tribute industry of Xuanzhu County.
