They could afford to raise them; the only difficult part was detaining them.
Scarred Xuan arranged for a mountain cave to detain these people.
He had fifty axe-wielding guards watching over them, with iron bars for separation, which gave Jian Wushuang peace of mind.
He had been busy until dawn, without a moment of rest.
Early in the morning, at the entrance of the market, he gathered all the townsfolk of Shajia Town to witness an execution.
Who were they beheading?
"Chen Mazi!"
"Wang Xian!"
One was a head constable, and the other was a local tyrant of Shajia Town.
Both had oppressed the people of Shajia Town frequently.
When they suddenly heard about the execution, they could hardly believe it.
They all came to watch.
When they saw who was being executed, they were not surprised at all.
Sitting behind the long table on the high platform, the overseer was Iron-Face Liang Chen.