Han Zhong was witnessing this kind of interrogation for the first time. He hesitated for less than a second before his left arm was almost dislocated by the man facing him.
He didn't dare to hesitate any longer and hurriedly said, "Han... Han Zhong."
"I heard them calling you a leader, among the Yellow Turban Army, how many leaders like you are there?" Chen Mo wanted to know the overall strength of the Yellow Turban Army.
Han Zhong hesitated again, but as soon as he did, Chen Mo's sword was drawn again from his waist, startling him into saying, "There are a total of thirty-six leaders, known as the Thirty-Six Alliances."
"Thirty-Six Alliances?" Chen Mo pondered and then asked, "Are all of your strengths the same?"
"Roughly... roughly similar, there are a few First Grade Martial Artists, they are the personal disciples of the Celestial General."
"Where is the main base of your Yellow Turban Army?"
"Wes... Western Shu..."
