A Seat Left on the Corpse Mountain, Please Have a Seat, County Magistrate Liu.

Looking at that gaze devoid of the slightest softness or hesitation, Fusu's benevolent heart was suddenly shaken.

The kin of these people were women and children, but were the kin of those soldiers who fought for the country and bled on the battlefield not also women and children?

They had sacrificed even more, having staked their very lives.

Could it be that their elderly parents, wives, and children were still to be oppressed by those parasites?

He clenched his fists, the teachings he had learned clashing violently with the scene before his eyes.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning seemed to streak across his mind.

"The Master said: If a gentleman is not grave, he will not inspire awe."

"Since I must strike, I must strike hard enough to establish that awe!"

"Da Liangzao did not deceive me; if I show womanly benevolence now, who will protect the kin of those soldiers in the future?"

If he saved these dozen children today, perhaps thousands upon thousands of children of soldiers who died on the battlefield would suffer humiliation in the future.

Fusu did not wish to look at the carnage outside the door, nor did he wish to see thousands upon thousands of bereaved families suffer such humiliation in the future.

Inside the room, County Magistrate Liu listened to the incessant screams and cries from outside, the endless scent of blood drifting into the County Court, so thick it felt as though it could not be dispersed.

His entire body trembled like chaff in the wind, and he used every ounce of his strength to keep from losing control of his bowels.

"It's over!"

"It's all over!!"

"The Lu Clan has ruined me! How could I have listened to them and lost my mind enough to act as a lackey for