C405 They're Here to Kill Us!

An old horse carriage stopped in front of the entrance of the county magistrate court. The horse carriage was filled with broken mattress, clothes, pots and pans, and beside the horse carriage stood a skinny old man who was filled with righteous indignation.

Look at this old man in a white, starched robe. His hair is sparse, his beard is splayed out in eight directions