"Zhao Feilong? He's a Zhao, too!"
Zhao Lin muttered to himself. As he spoke, he took off his outer shirt and tore off a large strip of fabric.
Liang Song asked, "What are you ripping your clothes for?"
"We can't get out of the city tonight. I'm worried the bandits will use the Fragrant Mink to find us. This shirt has the scent of Musk on it, so it should be able to mislead their search."
Zhao Lin explained, his eyes scanning the street. He spotted a stray dog chewing on some trash by the roadside.
He walked over, slowly approaching the stray. Suddenly, he lunged, pinning it down. He wrapped the strip of cloth around its body three times and tied a dead knot.
The stray dog, thinking it was about to be caught and eaten, barked frantically and turned to snarl, baring its teeth.
After securing the cloth, Zhao Lin kicked the dog away.
"Go on, the farther you run, the better."
