Star Luo City.
It was already late autumn. Though the midday sun hung high in the sky, a chill still brushed over pedestrians, and most people had begun wearing two layers to ward off the cold.
There were no troubled expressions on the faces of the common people in the streets. It seemed they had already accepted the empire's change of rulers and were swiftly, diligently adapting to their new lives.
After all, compared with the past, the Star Luo Empire under Yang Ming's rule treated its common people quite well. The tax cuts alone were enough to win considerable goodwill.
"Tap, tap, tap... tap, tap, tap..."
A rapid, orderly cadence of footsteps approached from the distance.
On a bluestone road wide enough for four carriages abreast, a squad belonging to the Sky-Blasting Gang hurried along, every member dressed in black robes and wearing a Demon Mask. Fully equipped, they ran with synchronized footsteps, moving as one. A closer look at their direction revealed that they were heading straight toward the An Clan, which had held a hereditary dukedom in the Star Luo Empire for generations.
Elsewhere, members of the Sky-Blasting Gang could be seen in action throughout Star Luo City.
Killing people and confiscating estates sounded simple, but carrying it out inevitably sparked clashes large and small.
Although Yang Ming had killed every ringleader in one fell swoop at the An Clan's mansion, these noble houses were sprawling families with branches spreading far and wide. They also understood well that a crafty rabbit kept three burrows, scattering their relatives across different locations and dividing up their assets. Yang Ming alone could never have completed such an enormous task in a short time, and suspects could easily have fled the Star Luo Empire.
But with thorough planning, overwhelmingly superior strength,