"Liao, don't go too far!"
Wang Zhi's injuries had yet to heal when he abruptly drew his blade. "Give you an inch, and you really think you're somebody now?!"
"After marching at full speed all the way here, where were we supposed to carry black robes with us?"
Chen Sanshi said politely, "How about we find you some black clothing after entering the city?"
"Mm, that works!"
Liao Fang seemed fairly satisfied with his attitude. He took a gulp of wine, then suddenly had another bright idea and pointed at the white horse beside the white-robed figure. "Boy Sanshi!
"White robes go with a white horse!
"Since you won't be wearing white robes anymore, shouldn't this horse be given to me too?!"
Chen Sanshi halted, his face expressionless as he enunciated each word clearly. "You're drunk."
"Drunk? I'm not drunk!"
The more Liao Fang looked at the white horse, the more he liked it. Pointing at the white-robed figure, he said, "Boy Sanshi! I saved the lives of over a hundred thousand of your men! How can you begrudge me even a single horse?!"
"Hey!"
At the very moment he spoke.
A figure looked around furtively, then slipped away from the ranks while no one was paying attention. Hunched over, he climbed the city wall, then suddenly accelerated before the soldiers atop the wall could react. In two or three strides, he rushed before the "White Robe Strategist," seized him by the collar, and lifted him like a chicken.
"Hey! How dare you humiliate my lord in public!"
"Old Zhu!"
Only then did Zhao Kang notice that Zhu Tong had vanished long ago. He hurriedly tried to stop him. "He's a meritorious hero! Have you gone mad?!"
"To hell with your mother! I don't care whether he's a hero or