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Chapter 99: Chapter 93: Do Not Say That Evil People Cannot Be Governed_3

Was he really to be used like a chess piece by others, and then hide away well, never to reveal himself again?

If that were the case, Li Fei would not have needed to take that slash at Zhang Mingze from the beginning, nor would he have chosen a more difficult path.

Therefore, after encountering that fake ‘Green-faced Ghost’, he intended to capture the imposter alive.

And so tonight, his excursion to slay was both to eradicate evil and to clip the claws of the Tiger Saber Gang, continuing to strike at their presence.

Since both Yu Hu and Gu Zhenhui felt they had played a good move, Li Fei simply smashed the chessboard!

He wanted to show Gu Zhenhui and the Tiger Saber Gang that the Green-faced Ghost was not a pawn to be manipulated at will, but a blade hanging over everyone’s heads!

This was the exhilaration he sought.

The chilly moonlight sprinkled upon the bluestone streets, the youth wearing the Evil Ghost Mask faced the cool night breeze and strode forward.

…

Five in the morning, the sky was faintly bright.

A vegetable farmer, pushing a cart full of produce, entered the city early, preparing to set up his stall at the market.

As he reached the market with his cart, he discovered a large crowd gathered by the market’s archway.

Driven by curiosity, he set down his cart, squeezed through the crowd, and made his way to the front to see what the commotion was about.

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“Ah—”

Upon seeing what was there, the farmer lost all color in his face.

Beneath the arch of the market, seven blood-drenched heads were neatly arranged!

Behind each head, there was a wooden plank inserted into the ground, and on the planks, small characters were densely written in charcoal.

“What does it say on these?”

The farmer, illiterate, asked instinctively.

“It lists the crimes these people committed, and they are officials from the Court of Judicial Review!”

A teacher shopping for vegetables at the market, wearing black-rimmed glasses, spoke up.

“Sir, please read it to us.”

“Yes, please read it out.”

“….”

And so, the teacher read aloud the contents from the wooden planks:

“Shi Chen, Fourth Level Main Judge of the Court of Judicial Review, secretly operates an opium den in Qingyuan District…”

“Yan Lewen, Prison Chief of the Court of Judicial Review, abused his power to torture and kill prisoners, with a list of victims as follows…..”

“Duan Changhai, Third Level official of the Court of Judicial Review, abused his power to defile other men’s wives and daughters…..”

“…”

The seven deceased officials all belonged to the Court of Judicial Review, with five from the Tiger Saber Gang faction, and the other two from the Chief’s faction!

As one by one, each outrageous or nauseating crime was read out loud, the gathered crowds felt increasingly indignant.

Suddenly, someone began to cry out loud, pointing to Yan Lewen’s head on the ground:

“My son, my son was killed by this man!”

Her son had been falsely imprisoned, and she tried everything possible to rescue him. But by the time she had sold her house and finally scraped together enough money for a bribe, she learned that her son had died violently in prison.

Now she knew, it was the Prison Chief inside who had killed her son.

Hearing this mother’s mournful cry, those present felt even more certain that the contents written on the wooden placards were true.

“These people from the Government… this Government… can it truly be so dark?!”

The vegetable farmer could not help but shout out in anger.

The surrounding people also cursed loudly, hurling all kinds of foul language focused at the Court of Judicial Review, at the Government of Xing City.

In that moment, public indignation was ignited.

“Well killed!”

“Who killed these dog officials?”

“Sir, does it say on these planks who did it?”

Someone in the crowd asked the teacher.

The teacher pushed his glasses up and shook his head: “These planks do not say.”

Then he looked up and pointed to the sign above at the market gate:

“It’s written there.”

Everyone looked up to see that there was also a wooden plank hanging from the market’s signboard, with two lines of large characters and a signature written in blood:

Do not think the wicked are beyond justice;

If Heaven does not take them, I shall.

Signed— Green-faced Ghost.

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