"Hey, it's Han Mo's people. That makes it even more interesting."
"Kid, I'll give you a choice: join me and become a private soldier of the Xing Family. Are you willing?" Xing Penghai sat high on his horse, looking down at Lin Zheyu.
Lin Zheyu frowned slightly, contemplated for a moment, and said, "Sir, fruit forcibly plucked is never sweet. If I agree, I'm afraid you wouldn't trust me, right?"
"Don't worry, I have my ways to trust you."
"As long as you swallow this pill, you'll be part of the Xing Family, and there will be no trouble today." Xing Penghai took out a black pill from his bosom.
Clearly, this pill was likely poison, used to control people.
Lin Zheyu put on an expression of struggle and indecision, monitoring the movements at the city gate from the corner of his eye.
"Phew..."
"Alright, I will join the Xing Family and work for you."
After a moment of indecision, he relented.
"Haha, wise people are always intelligent."
