Golden Royal Clan (Two Hundred Monthly Votes Bonus Chapter)

After the Divine Constable Gate's dungeon was attacked, Chang Han hurried over with a large contingent the very next day. First, to learn the exact circumstances; second, to reinforce the guards once more and stabilize the dungeon, which had been blasted by tremendous force and was on the verge of collapse.

The dungeon square was now a scene of bustling activity. Workers hurried back and forth, not daring to utter a word as they kept their heads down and worked. Some newly arrived constables listened to those who had witnessed last night's battle sing Xiang Yang's praises.

In truth, it could hardly be called praise. The battlefield where Xiang Yang and Wanyan Bo had fought was nearly reduced to ruins, its destructive power plain for all to see. Thus, without even realizing it, Xiang Yang gained another batch of admirers.

"Constable Chang, these are the people we found in the woods to the west last night. At the time, they had already dug a very deep tunnel. Each of them carried weapons similar to the court's Thunderfire, so they were likely planning to blow open the prison and rescue someone.

"As for their identities, they were no nameless nobodies. They were members of the well-known Zhuo Family from southeastern Shang Commandery. One family elder was also killed by Lord Xiang's Sound Wave Technique."

Inside a hastily erected wooden shed, Chang Han wore a plain short shirt and stared gloomily at the six corpses laid out before him. Beside him stood a Gold Badge Constable guarding the dungeon, currently reporting to Chang Han.

The six bodies lay in a row on the ground, their face coverings removed: one old man, three men in their prime, and two youths. They looked entirely unremarkable, the sort one could find anywhere on the streets.