"Is the lord taking us hunting?"
Xiao He looked at Zhao Feng with curiosity.
As the new Shaqiu Governor, Xiao He was certainly very qualified.
A county with only a few hundred thousand people wasn't difficult for Xiao He.
"You'll know when you go inside." Zhao Feng smiled faintly.
He continued riding toward the seemingly peaceful forest, from which animal roars occasionally emanated.
Seeing this, Xiao He dared not ask more questions.
Upon entering Milin.
In the shadows.
Several eyes were watching.
Once they confirmed.
Step step.
Step step step.
The sound of footsteps followed.
A dozen black-clad men knelt before Zhao Feng.
"Greetings, my lord."
All ten or so people showed reverence, fervently exclaiming.
"Is this where the lord trains his secret agents?"
In an instant.
Xiao He understood.
However, Xiao He was not surprised.
Once one's status and position reached a certain level, they would typically raise secret agents secretly to protect their family.
