Deep Pockets

Lang Zhen's words were no threat. There were far too many cases of officials committing evil deeds below and being directly killed by the locals.

What did "imperial authority stops at the county level" mean? This was exactly it. In areas below the county level, aristocratic clans and great families held enormous influence.

Many families could directly decide the life or death of their own descendants, even that of their neighbors, and forcibly impose their judgments.

When officials came down, unless there was no other choice, the locals were still willing to accommodate them. But if the officials went too far, the locals might kill them and hide the bodies, and nothing might necessarily happen.

If the authorities insisted on pursuing the matter and ended up driving the local people into rebellion, whose fault would that be?

The Mid-Rank Martial Master's face cycled through green, red, white, and purple for quite a while. After looking around, he finally turned his horse around and galloped away in frustration.

Before leaving, however, he still gritted his teeth and threw out one of Wolffy's famous lines: "I'll be back!"

He was answered by a chorus of jeers and whistles.

Watching the riders vanish into the distance, Feng Jun cupped his hands toward the Mi Family members and said with a smile, "Thank you, Shopkeeper Mi, for speaking up so righteously."

Shopkeeper Mi was the Advanced Martial Master. He had hurried over with two attendants.

He casually waved off Feng Jun's thanks, then quickly said, "I wonder if Mister Feng is free at the moment. I'd like to speak with you privately."

Feng Jun had always been neither warm nor cold toward the Mi Family. Still, they had just helped him out—although he did not mind crossing swords with people from the prefectural city,