Page after page, the records detailed Zhou Ren's background, experiences, family circumstances, and so on.
Although some parts were not very detailed, and there were mistakes in a few places, that did not prevent Yang Zhengshan from understanding him.
Because all the mistakes were in inconsequential places.
By the time he finished reading the file, cold sweat had already connected into one expanse across his forehead.
What did this mean?
His Excellency the garrison commander had actually investigated him!
And had dug him up clean from top to bottom.
"My lord!"
With a thud, Zhou Ren dropped straight to his knees.
Only then did Yang Zhengshan stop the brush in hand, raise his head, and look at him with an indifferent expression.
"Do you want to die, or do you want to live?"
His voice was very flat, yet in Zhou Ren's ears it rang like a bell that shook the deaf.
Zhou Ren touched his forehead to the floor, his body trembling like a sieve.
"This humble one—this humble one wants to live!"
Yang Zhengshan slightly nodded, then rose and came out from behind the desk, reaching out to haul him up from the floor.
"If you want to live, then this is easy!"
"I don't know whether you've heard a sentence before!"
Without waiting for Zhou Ren to answer, he went on by himself, "A prefect can wipe out a household; a county magistrate can break a family."
"I, as a garrison commander, am neither a prefect nor a county magistrate, but I can both break a family and wipe out a household!"
This was a feudal society, after all. The might of power and position was far stronger and more terrifying than in the modern era.
And this was also a world that possessed Martial Dao; powerful