Tao Rong was dressed in Black Gold Willow Leaf Armor, with beast heads swallowing his shoulders and a tiger-headed helmet. His nine-foot-tall robust stature, broad shoulders, and round waist presented a very standard image of a military general.
He sat upright on a thick, wide chair, with the Brave Guard flag of Celestial Water Prefecture raised behind him. Around him, officers held red-tasseled spears with white wax wood shafts, each standing with straight backs and sharp eyes, intimidating the locals who dared not come close.
"The authority of an official is unmistakable!"
He Jingfeng reclined by the window of the restaurant, clicking his tongue:
"Tao Rong belongs to the same generation as my older brother, and now has become a Captain leading a battalion. No wonder even slightly successful children of the Thirteen Business Families constantly dream of aligning themselves with connections to the Prefecture City."
Uncle Yang placed his hands in his sleeves, bent over, and said:
