Since that day, the Yangwu Army camp and the Meng Family had begun a سلسلة of actions. Personnel were frequently reassigned, and loyalty was made the foremost criterion for every key post and important channel, all of them entrusted by Meng Zhao to people he trusted.
At the same time, he ordered his various hidden agents to gather intelligence on forces large and small within the city. He was preparing to use a bloody massacre to intimidate all those harboring ulterior motives, extinguishing—or at least delaying as much as possible—their ambitions.
Before long, Meng Zhao had accumulated a heap of compromising information. It was not only the forces that bore grudges against him; even some families and gangs friendly with him had no shortage of dark accounts and could hardly be called good people.
In truth, anyone who could gain a foothold and grow powerful in Lingwu City's complex environment these days would not be a good person. No matter how great the backing behind them, if they themselves could not keep a firm grip on things, they might not be able to stabilize their position.
Meng Zhao understood this as well, so naturally he would not do anything as indiscriminate as cutting everything down with one stroke.
Win over those who drew close to him, strike at those who kept their distance—this wisdom of pushing and pulling was also a mature political tactic.
Used here and now, it could not have been more timely.
However, Lingwu City needed stability at present, so he could not make too great a disturbance. Seizing upon just one example and crushing it ruthlessly would both serve as a warning, making people realize the existence of General Yangwu Meng Zhao, and avoid bringing turmoil to this vast Lingwu City. That was the most suitable