Dou De’s expression was solemn.
This tall and imposing martial hero of the Jianghu looked over the intelligence he had purchased from the Ghost Market, and, seeing the many changes sweeping across this world, let out a long breath.
He spoke softly to the man beside him, Shan Xiong, “Those who mistreat the people and violate the laws of Heaven and Earth — this Ying Kingdom, compared to the Qin Kingdom we once knew, has already made clear what it must do.”
But Shan Xiong wasn’t yet satisfied.
He said with a hint of unwillingness, “But do we really have to help the Qin Emperor? With such a proud seven-foot frame and the spirit of a hero, must we sew garments for another’s wedding? Serve as their hired hands?”
Dou De looked steadily at his sworn brother and said, “It’s not for the Qin Emperor.”
“But for the people of the world.”
Shan Xiong couldn’t answer; he couldn’t argue.