Thatch's Fury

Teach slowly narrowed his eyes at the uninvited guest before him!

The old man looked at least eighty years old. Although his spirits and overall bearing were fairly decent, his ugly appearance still made Teach frown deeply. His crossed eyes, one small and the other even smaller, displayed his wisdom; his two eyebrows looked as though they had been hastily drawn on with a pencil; his huge bulbous nose was covered in blackheads; two yellowed front teeth protruded from between his thick lips; and he had a white beard on his chin. Compared to his old man's, though, his beard looked more like a white mouse's whiskers!

Teach: ...

Just how had that bastard author imagined such an unbearably ugly character? Wasn't he afraid the dear readers would lose their appetites after seeing him?

In stark contrast was the fine horse beneath the old man!

It was a Ferghana horse with a refined head, high neck, long limbs, thin skin, fine coat, and light steps! Its body was full of muscle, its fur sleek and smooth, and the sweat running down its neck bore a distinct crimson tint! One look was enough to tell that it was a top-class steed!

Well, this combination was pretty hilarious!

Beside the old man, a large number of soldiers cleared out the nearby residents. They respectfully held their weapons and guarded the old man's safety. At the same time, one soldier slowly stepped forward and grabbed the old man's shining silver armor!

Under Teach's dumbfounded gaze, the old man was actually yanked up by the soldier!

That wasn't the most important part!

The most important part was that the leg armor braced against the saddle remained on the horse!

The soldier gently set the old man down on the ground, and a majestic old