After leaving the Su Family residence, Man Chong and Wang Xuan boarded a carriage and headed straight back. Along the way, Man Chong finally could not hold back and asked, "Zaizhi said earlier that he would kill all these members of the aristocratic families, but just now he chose to spare the Su Family. Why is that?"
"What kind of talk is that? Do I look like a bloodthirsty killer?" Wang Xuan raised an eyebrow.
Man Chong wisely chose to shut up, but his eyes clearly said, You are!
"Not killing them is best. The dead have no value. We shouldn't treat them as a one-time expense. We have to keep the Su Family and Duan Family alive, so that whenever the aristocratic families of Hebei see members of those two families, they'll remember today—remember how I forced those two old bastards to hand over their sons so I could have them killed!"
"Make sure they never forget it, while letting those two old bastards, Su and Duan, live forever in resentment and regret!" Wang Xuan said with a smile, his expression gentle and warm.
In Man Chong's eyes, Wang Xuan looked like a devil at that moment. No, he was a devil.
Digging up old accounts and investigating past misdeeds made this half-month feel like years for all the aristocratic families and powerful clans throughout Jizhou. As long as there was conclusive evidence, it did not matter what the culprit's status was—they were all forcibly arrested. In total, more than a hundred people from various clans across Jizhou were taken away.
Was a hundred people really a lot?
Actually, it was not. Spread across Jizhou's population of five million, it was even somewhat few. As the saying went, once someone reached a certain status, they did not need