Old Sun said, "We'll start with Sanshui Village. They've recently hired a constable.
"He's got some skill. Seems to be a martial artist.
"He's killed quite a few of the men I sent there."
Guo En scoffed. "Oh? What's so great about a martial artist? He's still mortal. If we all rush him, there's no way we can't hack him to death!"
Martial artists did have some skill, but they were flesh and blood in the end. They couldn't withstand sheer numbers.
Old Sun nodded. "He's killed so many of my brothers. I certainly won't let him off. Besides, killing him
"will also serve as a warning to those people: working with the authorities only leads to death."
The two hit it off at once.
Guo En's face brimmed with smiles, as though he thought he'd stumbled upon some tremendous bargain.
The county seat really was in imminent peril now. As the saying went, you couldn't put all your eggs in one basket.
Only by betting on both sides could he remain undefeated.
Whether it was the roving bandits outside the city or the authorities within.
That night, Guo En and Old Sun led their men toward Sanshui Village.
"Hey, Master, look at those people!"
A young constable patrolling the streets suddenly spotted the group.
The older constable abruptly covered his eyes. "Ah, come take a look! Something seems to be wrong with my eyes. I can't see a thing."
"You can't see?" The young constable was puzzled.
The older constable cried out deliberately, "Oh dear, I can't see anything! What's going on?"
Only after the group had passed did the older constable open his eyes again and look around.
"Come on, get moving!"
The young constable asked curiously, "Master, aren't we going to do something about those people?