The prefect arrived a little late. He had gone to find the judicial commissioner, and the two of them had assembled five hundred prefectural soldiers before hurrying over.
A properly organized military force was no joke. Let alone vigorous civic organizations like the Hall of Heroes, even the guards of Duke Yongyi's Estate would not dare act rashly—those hundred archers alone were a cavalryman's nightmare.
The prefectural soldiers arrived and promptly suppressed the unrest. More than twenty people were executed on the spot, and over two hundred were arrested.
Naturally, everyone they arrested belonged to the Hall of Heroes, apart from perhaps a few bystanders. There was absolutely no one from the Deng Family among them.
Then the prefect and judicial commissioner warmly expressed their concern for the citizens harassed by the villains and said they had arrived late.
In truth, the prefect felt rather wronged. He had heard the previous night that the Heir of Duke Yongyi had already lost to the mysterious man from Pacify Arms Mountain, and that mysterious man was very likely an immortal.
The prefect also wanted to make contact with an immortal, but he was past the age of indulging in fantasies and knew better than to act rashly. The man was not even afraid of a duke's heir, so why would he give a minor prefect like him any face?
He had never imagined that there would be locals from Xiyin among the immortal's attendants, and that one of their fathers had been arrested.
Deng Yifu's imprisonment had actually been the work of the judicial commissioner and certain people among the prefectural soldiers. It had nothing to do with the prefect.
He only learned about it today because someone in the judicial office had received no benefits and complained to his colleagues that