"Brother Chu?"
"Dear brother?"
"Come on, give me a straight answer."
Su Shi Yilu clung to Chu Jie, calling him "brother" over and over.
Chu Jie was so disgusted it took him a good while to recover.
Just imagine it: a hulking man over two meters tall, reeking of sweat, with a thick Bearded Man's beard and a broad back and narrow waist, clinging to you and pitching his voice to call you "brother"—and he was your longtime enemy, no less... How eye-searing would that scene be?
Chu Jie covered his eyes with one hand. "Stop calling me that."
He was about to puke from disgust.
Chu Jie's deputy generals were also dumbfounded by Su Shi Yilu's shameless antics. They never dreamed that one day Su Shi Yilu would act so "demurely." "You're a dignified general, after all. How can you be so shameless..."
For a moment, they couldn't find the right words to describe it.
Su Shi Yilu was throwing caution to the wind, too.
He planted his hands on his hips. "What the hell else would a military officer seek besides merit?"
He'd taken the initiative to lead so many Wuzhou Army troops here because there was something in it for him. If he didn't take his fill, wouldn't he be getting badly ripped off?
His words left the others with no way to argue.
Military officers did indeed seek merit, but Su Shi Yilu's way of doing it was a little too much for their sensibilities. He had no qualms about putting on an affected, coquettish act, but they didn't have the stomach to watch. Old General Jiang had seen plenty in his day and hadn't been led astray by Su Shi Yilu. He still wore a sour expression.
"There's nothing wrong with seeking merit, but is