In the Great Qin Dynasty, the official roads closer to the imperial city were wider and more solid, but there were also more people. Even riding a horse, one couldn't speed up much.,Just as Zhang Liyang and a few others were having their meal, a commotion arose outside the door, followed by a dozen or so people entering the inn.,"Mmm." Seeing their boss say it was fine, the bald man no longer looked at Zhang Liyang and his companions. Instead, he continued in a lower voice, "I don't know how long that old geezer can hold on for. Damn it, he's killed so many of us."。