The king was now huge, with smoother fur. His entire body was nearly six meters long, occupying most of the room, and his tiger face was even more ferocious than before.

“Ah…”

“Bang!”

The king came out and was about to let out a long roar when Lin Lang slapped him on the head.

"Damn it, don't yell! This is an inn, just bear with it!" Lin Lang scolded.

The king said aggrievedly: "My mother died many years ago..."

Lin Lang covered his face and was about to kick the king when his ears suddenly moved. He stopped and walked to the window.

On the street, rows of soldiers with rifles slung over their shoulders were seen running out of the town, led by a portly officer.

Lin Lang narrowed his eyes. The leading officer looked somewhat similar to Awei. Could he be Awei's father, Marshal Wei?

The pedestrians on the street stepped aside, their faces filled with joy.

"Great! Marshal Wei is finally going to send troops to suppress the horse bandits in Majia Village!"

"Yes! The horse thieves in Majia Village have been rampant for three years, and this time someone is finally taking care of them!"

"Hey, last time I heard that the horse thieves in Majia Village are skilled in sorcery. Can Marshal Wei defeat them?"

"Tsk! No matter how powerful those horse thieves are, they are still just horse thieves. Can they really resist the power of foreign guns?"

"That's not necessarily true. I heard from Xiaodouzi's father that those horse thieves all look ferocious and are invulnerable to swords and guns. No matter how hard you try, you can't kill them.

Do you still remember the Lijia Village Massacre? That's where Xiaodouzi's father escaped!

At that time, their security team had more than a dozen foreign guns, but they were no match for those horse bandits. Just think about how powerful those horse bandits were!