Everything is a gradually formed rule.

This rule does not change based on nationality, belief or identity.

Everyone is adapting to such rules unconsciously.

There are really too few people who can break this rule.

"Ah! Don't know your name?"

The Tibetan's eyes were shocked, and it didn't look like he was cheating. Zhang Bi stepped hard on his feet and took out a few silver coins. The three Songtsen silver coins were thrown into the Tibetan's hands and he said with a smile: "You guys are looking for someone, why don't you give it a try?"

What's the point of using such a crude method? It's better to ask the man in front of you, he is the man who can see in all directions and hear in all directions."

"Ashamed!"

The man with the sheathed sword blushed, it was obvious that his men were not being honest today.

In the past, such a situation would definitely be a battle, and a killing spree would be inevitable.

Unexpectedly, a man suddenly appeared and was so imposing, which was really puzzling.

"Hahahaha, easy to talk about. It is inevitable that the people under your command will do some dirty things. Who can maintain such a business?"

Zhang Ben smiled, very cheerful, and he looked like a heroic person. The man cupped his hands and said, "The discipline is not strict. It's because we didn't understand the situation. Our brother just offended us."

The Tibetan was stunned for a moment, then he actually grinned. It was all right, and he rubbed his sweaty nose: "It's okay, it's okay, I'll give you this silver dollar, give it to you! Help me find someone, find someone...

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Although the border residents are tough and tough, their knowledge is too shallow and their naivety and simplicity makes people dumbfounded.

"good!"

The man agreed immediately.
Chapter completed!