Hurrying to the front of the procession, Liu Pingkang saw several large trees lying horizontally across the road and a group of brawny men standing on the stumps. His gaze deliberately swept over the axes and machetes in their hands. Only then did he step forward, cup his hands, and say, "Heroes, paths cross in this wide world. We are on an official errand for the government. I hope you can make things convenient for us."
"Don't give me that routine, Mr. Liu. We can be considered old acquaintances." At this moment, a lean and energetic old man slipped out from behind the burly men, looking at Liu Pingkang with a face full of smiles. "I know your journeys are never easy. Let's just do things according to the old rules."
"So it's Uncle Yang. I hope you are in good health!" Liu Pingkang curiously studied the men behind him. "If I remember correctly, Uncle Yang, your territory isn't around here, is it?"
