Lan Guan City.
The Prefectural Yamen.
The entrance to the brightly lit yamen.
Lord Zhu was directing fully armed soldiers in a fierce battle against the evil creatures, his face as cold as still water.
A few days earlier.
After discovering the various problems in Lan Guan City.
Lord Zhu had immediately ordered Qian Changqing's seal token confiscated, then thrown him, that military advisor, and several yamen runners into the dungeon.
To await judgment.
This had been somewhat unexpected.
Because according to custom, when facing a great disaster, past problems would generally be set aside until the crisis had passed. If someone rendered meritorious service during the disaster, they could even atone for their crimes through their achievements.
After all, the people were already in a state of panic.
It was unfavorable for uniting every available force to resist the disaster.
But Lord Zhu had paid no attention to these unspoken rules. He had forcefully arrested them, and even killed a constable who had tried to argue his case on the spot.
Afterward.
He had promoted the second-ranking official, the Prefectural Assistant, who had been so ostracized that he had practically become a clay puppet.
He had him temporarily take over the Great Lord's position.
The Prefectural Yamen was thus stabilized.
"It is an extraordinary time."
"We must cut through the chaos with a swift blade and take extraordinary measures."
"Everyone, cooperate."
"You keep things smooth for me, and I will keep things smooth for you."
"If you refuse to cooperate, you should know that my blade is just as sharp and swift."
Seeing the more than thirty personal guards Lord Zhu had brought gradually draw their sabers, the inner-city clans also chose to submit.
They could not leave the city.
They could not defeat these people.
Aside from obediently