65. Apply knowledge to real-world practice.

Lu Yao's side was in high spirits, but Governor Wen could not find joy in himself.

He stared at the riddled corpse of Lu Qianshi, his face as calm as an ancient well, but internally he cursed furiously, "Damnit! Everyone else survived, but this fucking bastard had to die! Fuck your ancestors!"

The murder of a sixth-rank official by rioters meant that he, the "photo organizer," was undeniably responsible and was sure to be rebuked.

The enormous task of appeasing 100,000 disaster survivors had been settled, yet, unexpectedly, it was ruined by a fool. Governor Wen's eyes flashed cold with fury.

Colonel Xu kept talking nonstop at his side, "Lord Lu loved taking pictures too much; it would have been better if he let me do it sooner. I wouldn't mind taking a few bullets. Alas, it seems the heavens wanted him."