Inside the Council Hall.
Vice Gang Leader Lin laughed out loud. "Wash your face? Then wash it well. I guarantee it! This will be the last time you ever wash your face in this life."
The others also looked quite surprised.
Vice Gang Leader Zhao, seeing Tang Wen's calm expression, shot a look outside.
Within a few breaths, two slaves carried in a long table.
Another person brought in a copper basin.
The basin was filled with clean water, and a bar of white scented soap sat on the table.
Tang Wen rolled up his sleeves, scooped up a handful of water, and smiled faintly as he looked at his own sallow-yellow face.
'Time to give you all a little shock with my good looks.'
SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH.
Tang Wen shook the water from his hands, wiped his face with his sleeve, then looked up and scanned the room.
He looked up, a picture of proud elegance, as dazzling as a jade tree standing in the wind.
