Zi Di had devised a clever plan. Since she had hit a wall with Sanda and the former mercenaries, she decided to directly recruit their leader.
As long as Zong Ge agreed, Sanda and the rest would be at Zhenjin's disposal, and the best part was that Zi Di wouldn't have to maintain payments.
The motley crew spoke not a word, only communicating with their eyes.
Although it was their first time seeing Zhenjin, just from his golden hair, handsome face, and upright stature, they knew his identity was no simple matter.
To be honest, Zi Di's words had moved them.
Life in a mercenary group was tough; they earned their living fighting, barely making enough to maintain their weapons and equipment. Any extra money was often frittered away in taverns, gambling, or on men and women.
Competition among mercenary groups was also fierce. Most mercenaries died abroad, and the few who survived to retire often lived out their days in poverty, dragging their crippled bodies.
