Knowledge had lasted through the night, but he had only dozed for a little over an hour.
At dawn, the glint of blades was already flashing through the courtyard.
Just as Chu Mu found it difficult to calm down, Nanshan Town was likewise in turmoil.
In less than a month, more than a hundred Patrol Inspectors had died twice in succession.
For a small place like Nanshan Town, such casualties could no longer be described as merely tragic.
Every household wore mourning clothes. It was no exaggeration, but a stark reality.
Yet clearly, the thoughts of small fry could never affect the will of those in power.
Before the sky had even brightened, another large batch of Patrol Inspectors was ordered into Nanshan Town.
They had apparently seamlessly replaced the hundred or so Patrol Inspectors who had died in the line of duty.
Moreover, by order of Li Jinghong, the Patrol Camp directly under the County Patrol Bureau was expanded once again, clearly to deal with the turmoil in Nanshan Town.
After a night of noise and upheaval, the dead were dead, while the living still had to go on living.
Tenfold compensation was already enough to make up for most of the resentment. The remaining dissatisfaction could not stir up any waves in the face of Patrol Inspectors carrying the will of authority through every street.
Inside the courtyard, separated by only a wall, the flashes of the blade had stopped. His Stance Training posture complete, Chu Mu stood with his eyes slightly closed, already immersed in the qi-blood within his body.
Only after the morning sun rose did Chu Mu finish tidying himself and barely manage to leave.
It was still that same paifang, and still that same dried corpse hanging high above. However, in only a single