Do not think Jiang Hao had taken down Wei Kun easily.
It had taken both wisdom and strength: the acting at the start, the surprise attack afterward, combat ability that surpassed Wei Kun's, and then control of the situation. Only then had Jiang Hao succeeded so seemingly effortlessly.
All that could be said was—
Jiang Hao himself had been far stronger than Wei Kun, and with schemes at every turn, he had achieved this result.
Let someone else try it. If they were discovered by accident, if Wei Kun escaped, or if they failed to control the situation, they would probably be hacked into mincemeat by the Prefect's Mansion's hundred-plus soldiers the next second.
Jiang Hao had already put on his gear. Though it was only a suit of iron armor, it seemed to gleam with dazzling silver light on him. Already tall and handsome, Jiang Hao now looked even more imposing.
"Commander, what do we do from now on?" Su Mu asked.
What would they do from now on?
Yes,
That was a major question. It concerned which road they would take in the future.
Should he seek out Wang Mang, that fellow transmigrator, for a chat?
Would Wang Mang give this fellow townsman a position among the Three Excellencies and Nine Ministers, while he helped Wang Mang deal with Xiu'er, the Child of the Plane?
How should he put it? Jiang Hao felt that Wang Mang was an idealist. Even as a transmigrator, he was an idealistic transmigrator. He would not show Jiang Hao favoritism just because they were from the same hometown. Back then, when several of his sons and nephews broke the law, Wang Mang had personally forced them to their deaths.
Moreover, it was now the First Year of Dihuang. Great chaos was already brewing