As Lu Xiao had anticipated, the entire Pingshan Village was the headquarters of the White Clothes Pavilion.
All those old houses in the village were also inhabited by people from the White Clothes Pavilion.
As he walked into the village from the entrance, the number of people following Lu Xiao grew more and more.
From an initial count of around forty or fifty people, the crowd had now swelled to almost three hundred.
Zhou Hu's face became increasingly sweaty, and the pressure he felt grew heavier.
"If you can't beat them, just admit it, being able to bend or stand tall is the mark of having been played by our Leader Zhou Hu."
"What a load of crap about being able to bend or stand, he's just spineless."
"Acts all fierce on a normal day, but turns tail when it really matters."
The murmurs of discontent grew louder; many were extremely unsatisfied with Zhou Hu's actions.