Mystic Armor Mask!
Along with the Grey Turtle Seal and Purple Lightning Boat, it was one of the River Conservancy Office's three great Spiritual Artifacts. Back then, Su Guishan had bestowed them separately upon Liang Qu, Xu Yuelong, and Wei Lin.
It symbolized an iron face and impartial justice.
Throughout the Huai River River Conservancy Offices, anyone of Principal Fifth Rank or below could be executed first and reported afterward!
Thirteen heads rolled across the ground, their membranes twitching and contracting, squeezing their windpipes tight, then loose.
Blood stained Liang Qu's boots, and Killing Intent billowed from him. He casually rolled up his sleeves, then took a fierce step forward. The Sanshan Prefect nearly jumped out of his skin, wildly flinging and pushing with both hands.
"Commandant Liang, Xingyi Marquis! What are you doing?! Outrageous! Outrageous! The Mystic Armor Mask can only govern River Earl officials! Are you using it to oppress this Prefect because you mean to rebel?!"
Slap!
"Ah!"
The Sanshan Prefect clutched his cheeks, shrieking and hopping about. He slipped on the blood and staggered backward.
"Rebellion, is it?"
"You! You! How dare you—"
Slap!
"Ah!!!"
His hairpin snapped in half, and his crown fell and shattered.
"Destroying dikes and flooding farmland, is it?"
"Villain! Treacherous wretch! Rebe—"
Slap!
"You wanted to leave witnesses alive and pull strings to overturn the case, is that it?"
The Prefect turned to flee, but Liang Qu seized his hair and yanked him forcibly back. Twisting his wrist, he forced the man to kneel, then tugged him sideways and tilted his head aside, exposing his cheek. Before the Prefect could curse, Liang Qu's palm descended with the force of wind.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
A string of slaps shattered the Prefect's sense of shame, leaving his head buzzing, his vision swimming, drool