"What if they are rebels? Mr. Hu, after this, are you still not disillusioned with the court? The Zhou family has treated you and your father this way, don't you want revenge?"
In the eyes of the masked man, there seemed to be a crimson gleam flashing: "Besides... the current court is already corrupt. It's time to change dynasties and establish a new court, which is also the aim of our 'Iron Blood Society!'"
"I..."
Hu Wei wanted to say something, but his gaze gradually turned hazy and eventually became fervent: "Alright... let's do it!"
...
A moment later, the masked man left the factory.
He came to the suburbs, a low and secluded slum area, filled with mixed company, and squeezed into a dilapidated wooden shack on the verge of collapse.
Several twisted talismans were immediately activated, sealing off the surroundings.
In the center of the room, there was the figure of another robust middle-aged man.
"Master!"
