Over a hundred members of the Anti-Japanese Army surrounded Chen Yu and Chen Xu, grinning maliciously, looking anything but friendly.
Chen Xu blocked Chen Yu behind him, surveying the surroundings coldly. His hands retracted into his sleeves, each holding a yellow paper talisman folded into a triangle between his index and middle fingers.
In the tense atmosphere, Chen Yu unexpectedly shielded Chen Xu instead, smiling as he mediated with the Anti-Japanese Army, "No need for violence, no need for violence, we'll go with you, Lord."
Zheng Jiye immediately responded with pride, "Wise choice, rest assured, with us in the Anti-Japanese Army, you're well-fed on brown rice every day, and once every three days there's a meat meal. Even the officials at the Central Army Commander's Mansion don't have such luck."
Chen Yu sighed, "Indeed, the Central Army Commander's Mansion doesn't eat as well as you do. They'd be lucky to see meat once every half month."
