Chapter 270: CCLXX. Loyalty and Righteousness
Without a merciless heart and ruthless hand, how can one be worthy of a picturesque empire?
Capital harvesting leeks, murder and arson are not allowed.
Like a sudden spring breeze, I punish outlaws beyond the law.
This is no ordinary train robber anymore; it needs a heavy hit!
Fisher had made an intelligence error, originally thinking the people he had brought along could easily handle a Pirate Gang, just like dealing with a petty thief. Unexpectedly, these people got in touch with Laos, became big brothers of the Triad Gang, and seemed to have aggressively recruited and bought horses with stolen money.
In the exquisitely decorated, dimly lit executive lounge,
Qi Li’s eyes were half-closed, the visitor had ill-intent, thinking of something with a snarling smile.
The reason Fisher brought these people was just a precaution; a few Heroic Levels ate meat, and the leftovers were for soup, with, of course, those who smelled the scent.
If by the end of February I had not returned to Aran, naturally those who smelled the scent would take action locally.
The news was blocked from the outside, but so many lords on the train could hardly swallow their anger, especially when a prominent noble had legitimately died. The family with red hair, said to be missing, were in reality gone for good. Apart from money, others lost their reputations. The pride of old Aran nobles demands an explanation, let alone the family of the deceased.
Otherwise, the "Lord’s Bill" would be a joke. Domestic anti-imperialists would grow bolder, finding a great excuse to enable nobles to amass troops.