"City Lord, spare me! I won't dare do it again! Never again!"
In the rear courtyard of the City Lord's residence, two burly men dragged in a servant dressed in blue with a small cap. Unspeakable terror filled his face as he struggled desperately, but he could not break free. Soon, they hauled him behind a young man in lavish robes.
Thud!
The servant's legs buckled, and he fell to his knees, his body shaking like chaff in a sieve.
The man in lavish robes turned around. He was none other than Feng Zhengliang, the young, newly appointed City Lord of Suyang City, a descendant of the Feng Household who had once been a notorious wastrel.
"You disloyal wretch! Traitor!"
"My Feng Household has treated you people generously for generations, yet you dare wag your tongue behind our backs and presume to discuss your masters' affairs? Have the other lineages in the city bought you off? Were you planning to pass information to them?"
The servant protested, "City Lord, I've been wronged! I truly didn't mean it!"
A sharp light flashed in Feng Zhengliang's eyes. He suddenly stretched out his palm and seized the servant through the air, pulling him over.
A strange glow lit up around the servant. His eyes stretched wide in horror, his expression filled with terror. "Ah..."
But his scream abruptly stopped. As though possessed of a will of its own, the glow was swiftly absorbed into Feng Zhengliang's body, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Feng Zhengliang released his grip, and the servant collapsed to the ground like a heap of mud.
Feng Zhengliang waved a hand and ordered, "Drag him away and bury him."
The two burly men did not answer, but they set to work briskly and soon carried