Jianghu people.

Ever since.

Shen Lie asked these men to stand in a row in the courtyard of Dongchang Baihufu. He lowered his head and carried his arms, walking in front of these tough Jianghu people.

Suddenly stopped again.

Reach out your hand.

Squeezing Dao Shisan's strong shoulders, Shen Lie smiled with his mouth crooked. As a fighting master, he knew it very well.

This body shape is called an inverted triangle, with broad shoulders, a thin waist, solid abdominal muscles, and amazing explosive power, a bit like Bruce Lee's muscle structure.

This is a master!

Look at the anger and unwillingness in Dao Shisan's eyes.

Shen Lie touched his nose with some guilt.

But he had no choice. Now was the time to hire people, and there was no time to mobilize troops from the capital, so he had to resort to this strategy.

Don't underestimate these Jianghu people. Think about it: Meng Changjun had 3,000 followers, but in the end, the ones who were most useful were not the roosters and the dog thieves.

"cough."

A slight cough.

Shen Lie looked calm and said loudly: "Everyone...do you want to honor your ancestors?"

There was a moment of silence.

The twenty or so men didn't pay any attention to him. Instead, they all showed disdain including indifference and ridicule.

"Why?"

Shen Lie was stunned.

I never expected that this trick wouldn't work.

I soon felt relieved.
Chapter completed!