Back in the Day, My Crew Was Just Getting Started

Luo Yongchang stared at the two blackened sweet potatoes in his broken bowl and shouted, “How can a bandit with principles live on nothing but sweet potatoes every day?”

What? There are only seven or eight of us, four or five guns, and some people are carrying wooden clubs?

So he angrily went down the mountain, pulled off a job, and even kidnapped a woman, only to bring a campaign against them down on his head by accident.

In these chaotic times, who's a soldier and who's a bandit? The victor becomes king, the loser a criminal. It's anyone's guess who'll end up hunting whom! If the Great Qian can't govern the realm, then I'll take over!

Luo Yongchang sang at the top of his lungs: “Back in the day, when my outfit was just starting out, we had seven or eight men and four or five guns...”