"Don't you always say you hope to have around a hundred and eighty guards?"
The County Magistrate wanted to cry but had no tears; the hundred and eighty people he imagined was completely different from the bandits.
What he wanted were guards who wouldn't bite him, but the bandits might turn on him at any moment. What could he do?
The County Magistrate's face was etched with refusal.
Li Wenli sighed, "Now that it has come to this, I will not hide it from you anymore. Actually, we have them under control. Now that I'm handing over the method of controlling them to you, they will naturally obey your commands.
The future is doomed to chaos. The Yamen lacks both people and armor. When chaos arises, it is the commoners who suffer. Having them by your side, at least you'll have a contingency plan."
What Li Wenli said was exactly what the County Magistrate had in mind. He had been so earnest, and finally, the County Magistrate agreed to let them stay.
