Below Hulao Pass, the eighteen warlords have gathered.
“Group members, Hua Xiong just killed Zu Mao. What should we do now?” Qin Guan asked in the chat group.
“Donghuang Taiyi: What else? Volunteer to go up there and finish that arrogant bastard with one stroke.”
“Black Monkey Sun Wukong: Brother Donghuang, don’t rush. Young Qin Guan, in my opinion, have someone warm a cup of wine in front of the warlords first. Then go kill Hua Xiong. When you return, the wine will still be warm, and you’ll be hailed as the greatest show-off of your generation.”
“Shameless! You stole Second Master Guan’s idea. Take my blade!”
“Walk the road others have walked, and leave them nowhere to go.”
“That kid’s just pulling your leg. You think he’s really in the Three Kingdoms? If he were, with your help and mine, building a new dynasty would be no trouble at all.”
Looking at the vast army of two hundred thousand before him, Qin Guan wanted to shout at these clueless chat group members that he really was at the scene of the eighteen warlords’ campaign against Dong Zhuo.
“Once I become emperor, I’ll establish the Pavilion of Meritorious Officials. Each of you shall have a place among its 108 honored heroes.”
