"Twenty-three years old, 7 manes, this…"
"He grew up in Qinghua City, came to Tiger Tail Village three years ago. The year before last, at the Red Tiger Ridge tournament, none of his peers was a match for him. The leaders of several villages in the south were all defeated by his hand."
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The murmurs among the laborers brought a few traces of pride to Zhang Hai's face, yet he still stared fixedly at the hundred-odd ringleaders at the front, long blade lifted and pointing across the air, radiating the clear intent that whoever dared step out, he would strike at once.
"Leader Zhang, you've birthed a good son!"
While Zhang Hai was locked in a standoff with the laborer队伍, on the eastern side of the official road, atop the watchtower at Tiger Tail Village's entrance, Zhang Yiqing was accompanying Huang Qingyuan from Qinghua City, quietly watching.
