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Those were the sounds of Steel-soled Boots.
They were Jing Zhengwei's footsteps.
As the chairman who was about to rule over all the merchants, Jing Zhengwei was naturally investigated as thoroughly as possible by the Silver Blood merchants, who all knew that "information was money."
The truth was, the more they investigated, the more shocked they became.
Not merely because Jing Zhengwei's battle record was astonishing, but because his dark history was downright terrifying.
Although it was called a dark history, when all was said and done, it amounted to nothing more than the "massacre of female servants." In Profound Candle Prefecture, that was hardly a serious crime—for ordinary people, it was a crime, but for Silver Blood merchants, it was about the same as smashing a vase.
At most, people would think you were "wasteful."
There wasn't a single person in the entire council chamber whose hands were free of blood. To them, killing a female servant they had bought did not really count as a crime. If someone burned this entire place down right now, the merit they gained would probably be enough to guarantee a lifetime of wealth and glory.
But smashing a vase was one thing.
Someone like Jing Zhengwei...
Smashing one on a regular basis every month.
Month after month, year after year.
That was a little terrifying.
Silver Blood merchants merely did not regard their servants' lives as lives, but they could not derive any pleasure from it. Jing Zhengwei's series of actions, however, clearly showed that he could savor the delight of slaughter.
Even in the Silver Blood Society, where freaks gathered, someone like Jing Zhengwei stood at the very top of the food chain. Everyone was deeply wary of him.
Although Jing Zhengwei seemed to have become less abnormal over