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Chapter 897
He Shen stood before the door with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression cold and sharp as a sword, truly an imposing figure that brooked no offense.
But he knew his own affairs; although he was no weak scholar unable to truss a chicken, his strength was indeed limited.
Looking at Li Tuzi and his gang, clad in tattered clothes, with yellow, skinny faces and brandishing a variety of strange weapons. Among bandits, they were the least of the lot. In times of chaos, many took to the hills and proclaimed themselves kings, but not every band of bandits could be like Cheng Dalei, who could gather a group of men and influence the great trends of the world.
In the past, bandits of such low stature would never have caught He Shen's attention, but times had changed. Now, empty-handed and penniless, how to get past this immediate hurdle remained a problem.
