New Job

The slave girl went and opened the door. Instead of seeing the person who would send them money, she saw heavily armed guards, making her a little nervous.

"You... Who are you looking for?"

"Oh, does the champion of Amphitheatrum Flavium live here?" A young man who did not look much older than Zhang Heng squeezed himself through the four guards and came to the front. 

"Yes, that's right." Zhang Heng's voice came from behind the slave girl. He then walked toward the young man.

The slave girl did not want to cause any trouble, so she quickly walked away from the entrance and retreated to a corner.

Zhang Heng then shook hands with the young man before allowing him to enter the house.