Disposing of the White Ram Gang Bandits

Lin Fan thought carefully about it. Suddenly, Steward Fang seemed somewhat familiar. He vaguely recalled that when he had been in Small Mountain Village, several White Ram Gang members sent by someone called Steward Fang had followed him.

At the time, he had gone from Small Mountain Village to the small town to sell goods. Those men had followed him on his return journey. After discovering them, he had made a move and frightened them away.

After that, he had heard no more news of this Steward Fang. He had not expected to see Steward Fang's name in the prison registry now. Lin Fan checked again and confirmed that the White Ram Gang indeed had only one steward surnamed Fang.

Lin Fan's fingertip paused on that page, and his gaze gradually turned cold. Even the edges of the paper seemed steeped in that chill.

He continued reading. The other bandits each bore their own sins. Some had joined raids and personally injured people; some had specifically been responsible for torturing captured hostages; others had offered schemes and helped the White Ram Gang devise traps to harm the town's gentry and common folk.

Naturally, there were also some low-ranking gang members who had never personally harmed anyone's life. They had merely done menial work and assisted when the White Ram Gang carried out its harmful deeds.

Lin Fan closed the registry in his hands, placed it on the table, and let out a long breath.

"This Fang Lu has committed crimes too heinous to enumerate. He slaughtered merchant caravans and has dozens of innocent lives on his hands. Such a villain absolutely cannot be spared." Lin Fan's tone was calm, but his words held not the slightest trace of pity. "Those whose hands are stained with the blood of innocent commoners,