"Oh oh, I'll shut up."
Chen An had to keep a serious face and must not show any other strange expressions.
Just after sending Qianqiu away, a strange fragrance came to my nose, a bit strong.
"That man's name is Zhao Shuang, what a pity." Zhu Die sighed.
Now prepare to execute the seventh person.
Chen An looked at the man, who was two meters tall, with his chest out and his head held high, exuding a strong military bearing.
Zhao Shuang, a senior military inspector, once served in the Lieyang Corps and made numerous contributions.
What's funny is that Zhao Shuang was executed for colluding with a separatist tribe.
As the charges were being read out, Zhao Shuang's face was haggard and his eyes were ashen. His heart had long been dead.
"Execution!"
With a gunshot, Zhao Shuang slowly fell down.
Chen An felt reluctant for a moment and wanted to give him a chance to revive.
But considering the overall situation and Zhao Shuang's own experience, there is really no need to expose himself.
Perhaps for Zhao Shuang, death is a relief.
No one on Qixingtai has expressed any surprise yet, but the internet has exploded.
"Zhao Shuang is colluding with the Split Clan? This is the biggest joke I've ever heard since I was born."
"The higher-ups are crazy! This isn't just going in the wrong direction; it's a blatant humiliation."
"Zhou Yao is like this just after becoming the Palace Master. What will happen in the future?"
"I heard that Zhou Yao used a lot of illegal means to become the Palace Master. It is a tragedy for all races that such a person is in power."
But civilians are just civilians after all. Their words can form public opinion, but they cannot be transformed into substantial power.
The real power comes from the military.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
