Lin Wan's expression was terrible. Even as Lu Zheng wiped out those Powder Merchants, she had no interest in making a move. Only after Lu Zheng killed the last relatively powerful Powder Merchant and set up a stone stele did her eyes stir slightly.
A passage had been written on the stone stele in traditional Chinese characters: Those who traffic powder into Hua Country, those who kill police officers—kill!
Lu Zheng had infused a trace of sword intent into that final "kill," so anyone who saw the stele would feel a stabbing pain in their eyes. Those with guilty consciences might even have their souls directly slashed.
"Does this count as exposing yourself voluntarily?" Lin Wan finally smiled.
Lu Zheng shrugged. "That depends on whether they can find us."
Lin Wan forced a smile. "I think if you publicly released the souls of those Powder Merchants being tortured, you could definitely frighten off quite a few people."
"No, no, no." Lu Zheng shook his head with a smile. "What would be interesting about scaring them off? This is better—wave after wave rushing forward, and then we clear out a batch every so often. We can treat it as cleaning humanity's garbage."
Lin Wan could not help smiling as she linked her arm through Lu Zheng's. "Let's go home."
"Alright!"
Lu Zheng took Lin Wan home and made a lavish meal to comfort his wife. Nothing more happened on their end.
But the events in Mian Bei stirred up a huge uproar.
After all, just last year, a group of Powder Merchants and private armed forces had been wiped out. After nearly a year, the various forces and interests at the border between Mian Bei and the other two countries had only just been sorted out somewhat, yet another group