Leshan wore a blood-red robe, hands clasped behind his back, strolling leisurely into the garrison office.
Standing nearly nine feet tall, with a body like a powerful bear and a face resembling a Xiezhi, Leshan’s complexion was a grim grayish-blue.
His presence alone was overwhelming, pressing down so heavily on the guard eunuchs in the yard that each one lowered his head and quietly backed away, inching until they reached the base of the wall.
Lè Qīn, clutching his belly and writhing on the ground, finally stopped convulsing.
He looked up and shouted hoarsely at Leshan, “Brother Shan…”
Leshan waved his hand dismissively and said calmly, “I’ll get justice for you.”
Before the words even finished, Leshan had already come face to face with Lu Qian, standing less than three feet away, his eyes wide open as he stared hard at Lu Qian’s stern, upright, and dignified face.
Jealousy stirred in Leshan’s heart.
He was said to have a face like a Xiezhi… From a positive perspective, that meant he looked imposing and unmatched; from a negative perspective, it meant his face was almost like a horse’s, with a pointed chin to boot!
Leshan was not a good-looking man.