In the end, the Wu Hai County Yamen fell into the hands of Pudu Cult followers, who surged forward like a tidal wave.
However, Wu Hai County as a whole was still far from fallen. Some powerful local magnates, deeply rooted families, and gangs possessed enough martial strength to protect themselves. Even the Pudu Cult followers, maddened into bestial frenzy, did not dare lightly stroke a tiger's whiskers.
At the Wu Hai County Yamen, the plaque reading "Bright Mirror Held High" had been smashed down. Wu Jian sat before it, legs spread wide and imposing, astride the throne that only officials had once been allowed to occupy. Before him lay wealth piled into a small mountain—gold and silver, coins falling like rain, pearls and agates, everything imaginable, enough to dazzle a man blind.
At his side stood only a dozen or so burly men with cold expressions and sharp, piercing gazes, their auras utterly unlike those of ordinary Pudu Cult followers. Clearly, they were members of his inner circle.
Though these men too looked heatedly at the mountain of wealth, they remained sufficiently calm. Compared with the gains before them, the danger they faced was greater still. Naturally, they would not be blinded by such spoils.
"Elder Brother, today's affair has grown quite serious. I'm afraid Yanzhou Prefecture will receive word before long, and its army will arrive in the blink of an eye. With the quality of the men under us, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold them off."
This time, they had struck without warning, mobilizing the Pudu Cult followers to overwhelm the few with the many. Then, leveraging Wu Jian's and these men's official positions within the County Yamen, they had caught it entirely unprepared, allowing them to claim such a great victory.
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