“Zilong, if you can't bear to see me wandering from place to place, you can leave. Why debase yourself by becoming a lowly bodyguard?!”
Liu Bei gazes at the white-robed young warrior before him in anguish, his eyes full of disbelief.
Zhao Yun expressionlessly wipes the blood from his spearhead and hands him a sheepskin invoice. “Lord Xuande, a correction: it's called the Changshan International Security Group. Also, Boss Cao just paid eighty thousand taels of gold for an express order. I need to take all three thousand of Gongsun Zan's White Horse Volunteers' mounts today.”
Seeing Liu Bei's ashen face, Zhao Yun gives a cold smile. “Since we've known each other for three days, I'll give you a two-percent discount. If you can afford a hundred thousand taels, I'll help you burn Cao Cao's camp in return. Cash, or shall I deduct it from your provisions?”
Liu Bei is stunned.
The next day, the most powerful and ruthless mercenary chief in the history of the Three Kingdoms is born.
No flashy System, no burden of restoring the Han dynasty, just pure violence and money changing hands!
In this late Han world where the strong prey on the weak, warlords vie for supremacy and grand ideals rule the land?
Sorry, Boss Zhao only cares about money!
