Zhou Chen looked at Sun Yingying, his gaze utterly unmoved, and said, "It isn't that I, your senior brother, refuse to leave you a way out. It's that during our time as fellow disciples, you never left your future self a way out."
At those words, Sun Yingying's breath caught. Tears streamed down her cheeks, which burned so fiercely she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
She remembered how Liu Fei had urged her to support Zhou Chen financially, only for her to refuse. And when Master Zheng had tried to pair them up, she had rejected him on the spot, humiliating Zhou Chen.
"What's all this nonsense? Take them away! Leave this old fellow here to scrape together the silver!"
The deputy waved his hand, and the garrison soldiers immediately escorted everyone away. They removed only the Sun Household head's shackles, leaving him standing there all alone, his eyes vacant, unable to collect himself for a long while.
The Sun Household was the last household they confiscated that night.
With a stroke of his vermilion brush, Zhou Chen tossed the register to the deputy. Tonight's assignment was complete.
The deputy stepped forward at just the right moment. "District Superintendent, we recovered quite a few treasures from tonight's confiscations, especially several pieces of Soft Armor made from Mist Monster scales and hide. They're truly rare items. Apparently, they can withstand a full-power strike from a First-Rank Martial Artist."
"Oh?" Zhou Chen's eyes lit up.
Those would be perfect for his family, especially his younger sister.
The deputy coughed again and said, "I've already arranged for everything to be delivered to your residence, sir. Sorry for the trouble of having you take inventory tonight."
"Excellent. Thank you for your hard work."
Once he took inventory,