Qingliang Prefecture, the Prefectural Yamen.
Just as Huang Bapi was itching to rake in money, Ren Ye suddenly heard an incredibly familiar voice coming from outside.
He paused, then his eyes lit up. "We're saved! I knew I could count on my Ji Shan. This man really is lucky-whenever he shows up, the Empire just happens to need donations! A true philanthropist who keeps his good deeds and fame hidden."
Everyone turned at the voice and saw a burly middle-aged man in luxurious brocade clothes striding in delightedly, looking wealthy enough to make it impossible to ignore.
At first, Ren Ye had instantly recognized the returning man by his familiar voice. But when the man swaggered inside, Ren Ye froze, even rubbing his eyes in disbelief.
He was not the only one. The other members of the Park District Squad also stared at the wealthy-looking middle-aged man with their mouths slightly open, utterly shocked.
After repeated, careful scrutiny, they finally confirmed that the returning man was none other than Old Liu, Liu Ji Shan-the Grand Marshal of Qingliang Prefecture, the King of Trash Talk, the Master of Linguistic Arts, and a formidable contender for the title of Little War Wolf's Wife-who had vanished over two months ago.
But!
The Old Liu standing before his brothers today had undergone a complete transformation. He looked so different from when he had left that even Ren Ye, who knew him as well as he knew shit, had failed to recognize him at first glance.
The night breeze blew into the inner hall, fluttering the wealthy-looking middle-aged man's robes. Standing with his hands behind his back, he looked like a rich landowner with a fortune to his name.
Most importantly, Liu Ji Shan's bearing had changed completely. Previously, he was the sort of customer