Taking the Enemy General's Head Amid Ten Thousand Troops!
Wang Yue turned the teacup in his hand and said calmly, "Of course. Only by killing enough of them to make them afraid will they stop preying on the people."
Mei Changsu understood why Wang Yue had informed him in advance: he was worried about disrupting Mei Changsu's plans. Grateful, he said, "Big Brother, kill whoever you want. I can use this to divert the Emperor's attention."
Seeing that Mei Changsu already had a plan, Wang Yue smiled. "In that case, I'll send the post now. We'll probably hear from Binzhou tomorrow."
He wasn't joking. News of the death of a high-ranking official like this was always sent to Jinling by an urgent eight-hundred-li dispatch. Just like the news about Xiao Mu!
When Wang Yue finished speaking and stood to leave, Mei Changsu asked worriedly, "Big Brother, Binzhou is a long way from here. Won't you be in danger rushing there?"
Wang Yue waved a hand, unconcerned. "It's nothing. Killing them will be as easy as reaching into a bag to grab something. I'll be fine."
Mei Changsu knew his big brother was unfathomable, so he put his worries aside and asked curiously, "You said last time that Fei Liu could recover too?"
Wang Yue nodded and said helplessly, "The boy won't get close to anyone but you. If he's to be treated, you'll have to convince him to cooperate."
He stood up, and just before taking his leave, added, "Now that your health has recovered, don't sit around holding a brazier when there's nothing to do. Practice your martial arts properly, and you'll naturally get stronger and stronger."
Knowing Wang Yue was about to leave, Mei Changsu quickly stood to see him off. He obediently said, "Don't worry, Big Brother.