Some people, although their hands and feet are tied up, look fierce and unfair.

These people have different appearances, clothes and costumes, but they all have one thing in common.

They are all men, and each one is very young.

According to the characteristics of this group of people, these people were divided into two groups. One wave seemed to have some force, while the other wave was obviously powerless.

The people in charge of guarding them brought these two or three hundred people into the largest workshop in the village, where an elderly white-bearded old man had been waiting.

Seeing the guards bringing people, the old man with white beard glanced around these people, frowned in dissatisfaction and said, "There are only these people this time?"

Not even half of the past.

The leading guard lowered his head and said, "Sir, the Mingzhou Prefecture has just changed its prefect. In order not to attract the attention of the new prefect, the people below did not dare to do much."

As the saying goes, the new official takes office for three reasons. According to news from people in the government office, this new magistrate is not a good role to be provoked. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, it is better for them to be more low-key during this period.

After this storm of limelight, how many people do I want?

Although the white-bearded old man was very dissatisfied with the fact that the following people had just sent such a few people this time, he also understood which matters was more important, so he could only wave his hand to him with a stern face and said, "I understand. The number of people who are missing this time will be filled as soon as possible, and there will be big moves on the top soon."

The guard leader nodded and responded.

The two did not avoid the group of newcomers who were tied up and blocked their hands and feet, so they did not notice that when they were saying this, several people in the crowd had some abnormal reactions.

Among the group of people who are good at martial arts, a young man dressed in a knight looked up at them in a very obscure way as he said this.

There was another man dressed as a forceful butcher secretly touched the rope tied to his wrist, and the blades with cold light on his fingertips had already appeared and disappeared.

Among the group of people who could not fight, there was a weak scholar in yellow dress staring at his toes with his eyes down, and a trace of deep thought appeared in his slightly restrained eyes.

In addition to these three people, there are a few people in this group who have more or less minor movements.

However, the actions of these people are not very obvious. There are so many people gathered in a workshop. Most of the people who are afraid will care about this small detail.

After the white-bearded old man ordered the guard to get people as soon as possible, he looked at a group of shaking newcomers like quails with his hands behind his back. His cold and serious expression was slightly relaxed, and even his tone became much gentler.

"Don't be afraid, we are not bad people."

Everyone:...

Do you believe this?

Regardless of whether these people believe it or not, the old man seemed to believe his words very much, looked at them and continued to speak: "You must be very puzzled why we should invite you here."

Isn't this nonsense?

If it weren't for the fact that people were not too arrogant under the roof, just by his words of nonsense, he would have been greeted by two or three hundred people sitting there.

However, now the enemy is strong and I am weak. Even if I really want to greet him, they have to endure it at this time.

I could only wait for his next sentence with great anxiety.
Chapter completed!