The Trifling Vengeance of a Brother's Murder Was Nothing More Than a Few Winds and Frosts; Master Ji Was a Righteous Man of This County-Who Dared Touch Him!

Anning Inner Street, Zhao Residence.

Artificial hills and artificial waters—everything was complete.

Within the inner residence.

Young Master Jiu, the Anning County Magistrate from the Jiangyin Prefecture Wine Trade, tightened his grip on the brazier in his hands.

"Who killed them? How dare they! Do they not know this county's rules?"

He had only heard that someone was causing trouble in the streets and had murdered someone in broad daylight.

As for the Three Great Gangs, or some direct descendant of a gang leader being dead, Zhao Jiu simply turned a deaf ear.

What a joke. He did not care in the slightest who had died.

But if someone dared commit murder in the street, did that not mean that one day, if he went out, they might suddenly rise up and kill him, the head of this county?

He set the rules. Breaking his rules was no different from slapping his face!

"Which instructor from the Four Great Halls is drilling today? Tell him to gather the county soldiers and seize this rebel against this young mas—this county! Bind him up and beat him hard!"

"No, Uncle Liang. I must personally supervise this matter. My county is governed with clarity; there are absolutely no demons or monsters here. Yet someone dared murder in the street, making the people of my county tremble like sieves in nameless terror. This is a heinous crime!"

Zhao Jiu angrily flicked his sleeve, then could not help asking another question.

"What is this criminal called? What is his background?"

"Is he some notorious bandit from the mountain roads, or a fugitive who escaped from Jiangyin Prefecture? Has the dock been inspected recently? Did any suspicious people disembark?"

As he straightened his lapels and shook out his sleeves, his face solemn, he was about to