Zhang Yan looked at Han Zheng somewhat speechlessly.
What a fellow, harassing over a thousand women in a month, averaging over thirty a day; can his back even handle that?
But since Mr. Han had said so, Zhang Yan had no choice but to comply.
The next day, wanted posters for the notorious flower thief were plastered throughout Smoke Wave Prefecture.
By the city walls, many people gathered to gawk at the new wanted poster, pointing and discussing.
"Eh? This flower thief looks quite handsome, why does he need to steal flowers?"
"Heh heh, you just don't understand, do you? The more one struggles, the more exciting it gets. This flower thief probably enjoys that thrill."
"Harassing over a thousand women in a month? Tsk tsk, that is rather frighteningly formidable."
"Nonsense, could he be the flower thief with a weak back?"
A group of idlers pointed and commented while some from the Martial World saw it in deeper perspective.
