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Chen Xi, holding the transfer orders, set out for the city outskirts to arrange for troop deployment, but before he could reach the destination, he saw clouds of dust swirling outside, which soon came to a halt not far away. Then, a horse charged forward, stopping in front of him. Zang Ba dismounted and bowed to Chen Xi, "I've seen the Prefectural Governor!"
"Enough with the formalities, Xuangao. I want to know if you still have spies in Qingzhou," Chen Xi straightforwardly asked without any hesitation.
"Yes!" Zang Ba hesitated slightly before responding.
"Good, select your men and infiltrate the Yellow Turbans. Wait for my commands. I refuse to believe that over a million Yellow Turbans can all recognize each other," Chen Xi said with a sinister smile. "After this is done, the troops you recruit will be reorganized under your command, forming an independent army. The condition is that you do it well. Are you confident?"