The Prefecture Governor's Mansion, meeting hall.
Zong Yingyunting casually took a seat, picked up the letter on the table, and skimmed it. His gaze suddenly froze. His brows furrowed, then slowly relaxed, and the faintest smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"He's finally shown himself?"
The letter in front of him contained the findings of the investigation into last night's many violent incidents. After passing through layer upon layer of review, it had finally landed on Zong Yingyunting's desk.
Of course, the findings had already been distorted to a certain extent. All suspicion had been directed at the native powers of Nanyan City, in an attempt to stir up trouble and persuade the Prefecture Governor's Mansion to order a purge of the city's local forces.
Zong Yingyunting silently exhaled and turned to his deputy, Zhang Bolei of the Jingyang Family, now the Prefecture Governor's Mansion's chief secretary.
"You've read this letter, haven't you?"
"What do you think?"
Zhang Bolei's face immediately twisted into exaggerated anger.
"This is slander! Some people are trying to split Nanyan City apart!"
Nanyan City had only just begun to settle down.
But if the city's local powers were truly suppressed, unrest would surely follow.
As a representative of Nanyan City's native powers, Zhang Bolei naturally didn't want to see that happen. His exaggerated display was also a way of making his position clear.
"Governor, I'm sure you understand what those people are after. They want to use the government's power to strike at Nanyan City's local forces, then follow behind and pick up the pieces while expanding their influence."
After saying this, he sighed.
"Although many of the forces that came from Ninglu are your old friends, and deserve some consideration, there has to be a limit. Otherwise, things could get out of