Upon hearing that Yang Feng was dissatisfied with the three thousand taels of silver, Chen Zhennan felt a surge of murderous intent, but he remained outwardly calm, suppressing his anger.
"Prefect Yang, since three thousand taels of silver is not enough to satisfy you, how much do you want?"
Yang Feng's eyes darted around, and after a moment of thought, his gaze turned greedy and cold as he slowly spoke: "The position of county magistrate may be small, but it is a source of wealth. In addition to two lives, thirty thousand taels of silver is a reasonable price."
Chen Zhennan frowned slightly. He hadn't expected Yang Feng to make such an outrageous demand, but his voice remained calm.
“Thirty thousand taels it is, Governor Yang, I’ll take this deal.”
As he spoke, Chen Zhennan took out a stack of silver notes from his pocket, pulled out three from them, and handed them to Yang Feng.
When Yang Feng saw the thick stack of silver notes in Chen Zhennan's hand, his eyes lit up instantly.
After receiving the silver note, Yang Feng stuffed it into his pocket in front of everyone, his smile revealing smugness and greed.
"You've already paid the money. Now, hand over my daughter. From this day forward, Xu Bin will be the magistrate of Ji County."
A cold glint flashed in Chen Zhennan's eyes. He turned and nodded to Yan Shiyu. Yan Shiyu understood and turned to walk towards the back hall. Soon after, he came out with Yang Sirui and handed her over to Yang Feng.
Yang Feng had his daughter taken away. Chen Zhennan thought the storm was over, but unexpectedly, a wild smile suddenly appeared on Yang Feng's face.
He stood in the center of the county government hall, his voice filled with smugness and disdain, and ordered the soldiers behind him: "Men, seize those two!"
Upon hearing the sound, the soldiers moved in unison, approaching Chen Zhennan and Xu Bin with chilling killing intent amidst the flashing blades.
A hint of surprise flashed in Chen Zhennan's eyes, and he asked coldly, "Prefect Yang, what do you mean by this?"
Yang Feng laughed loudly, his voice filled with arrogance and conceit: "A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime."
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhennan instantly understood Yang Feng's intention; clearly, Yang Feng wanted the silver notes in his possession.
Chen Zhennan's face darkened, a flash of anger crossing his eyes, but his voice remained calm: "Governor Yang, I warn you, don't be greedy. Silver notes are good, but be careful of the cycle of retribution. Forcibly acquiring wealth can easily lead to losing both money and people."
Yang Feng, however, was unfazed, his face full of contempt as he sneered, "Young man, who do you think you are? Daring to talk about retribution in front of me? Hand over the silver notes, or you'll all die without a burial place today!"
His words revealed a kind of arrogant greed, as if he had already got Chen Zhennan figured out.
The atmosphere was so tense it felt like it could be cut with a knife; every breath in the county government hall seemed amplified many times over.
Yan Shiyu slowly walked to Chen Zhennan's side. His voice was low and urgent as he whispered, "Your Majesty, let me finish off this corrupt official, Yang Feng."
Chen Zhennan could sense the anger in Yan Shiyu's words, and wasn't he also furious?
However, Chen Zhennan shook his head slightly, reached into his pocket, and slowly took out a silver note, handing it to Yang Feng.
"Prefect Yang, this is what you wanted."
Chen Zhennan doesn't care about problems that can be solved with money, and he knows that the money will come back sooner or later anyway.
Yang Feng accepted the silver note, a satisfied smile spreading across his face, like a greedy fox finally getting the food it had longed for.
"Young man, you are indeed a wise man who knows when to yield. Paying money to avoid disaster is the best choice."
Chen Zhennan's face was grim, and his voice carried a hint of warning: "Prefect Yang, the silver notes have been given to you. I hope that Xu Bin's duties as county magistrate will be guaranteed."
Chen Zhennan was very satisfied with Xu Bin, and he also learned from Yan Shiyu that Xu Bin had done a good job in the past two days, handling government affairs during the day and dealing with Sun Lei's backlog of cases at night, and he was very diligent.
"Haha, don't worry, I, Yang Feng, keep my word. Xu Bin will be the magistrate of Ji County, and that position is yours."
Chen Zhennan grunted and said through gritted teeth, "Then thank you, Governor Yang."
Chen Zhennan originally wanted to put the matter in Ji County aside for now, as two days had already been wasted. He decided to go to Qingzhou to see Song Yunyang's parents first, which made him feel much more relaxed.
Yang Feng stuffed the silver note into his chest with great satisfaction, his movements exaggerated and content, as if he were showing off his spoils.
After stuffing the silver note into his chest with satisfaction, Yang Feng turned and walked towards the gate of the county government office.
However, when he reached the main gate of the county government office, Yang Feng suddenly stopped, his voice as cold as ice: "Kill them!"
The soldiers were stunned for a moment, then drew their swords and rushed towards Chen Zhennan and Xu Bin. Their movements were swift and fierce, like a pack of wild beasts being released.
Chen Zhennan's anger, like a long-suppressed volcano, finally erupted under Yang Feng's orders.
He originally planned to endure it for the time being and deal with Song Yunyang's parents' affairs before returning to resolve the troubles in Jingzhou, but Yang Feng's ruthlessness made him unable to tolerate it any longer.
Chen Zhennan's eyes burned with fury. His fists clenched, and he said coldly, "Shiyu, kill them!"
Upon hearing this, Yan Shiyu reacted as if he were a wild beast being released, his eyes widening like copper bells and flashing with a fierce light.
He suddenly drew the long sword from Xu Bin's waist, his movements as swift as a cheetah. In a single stride, he charged into the enemy ranks, the long sword flashing with a cold light.
Yan Shiyu's fighting style is fierce and brutal; he is like a war god, unstoppable by anyone.
Every swing of his sword was filled with a determination to kill, and every slash accurately struck the enemy's vital points.
His figure moved through the crowd like a ghost, leaving behind only a pile of severed limbs and blood.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and death. Chen Zhennan stood there, his eyes calm and resolute, everything was as he had anticipated.
Although he was furious inside, he maintained a calm and composed demeanor on his face.
Song Yunyang emerged from the back hall, gripping her sword hilt tightly, ready to join the battle at any moment.
Chen Zhennan gripped Song Yunyang's wrist and said in a deep voice, "Let Shiyu do it himself, don't get your hands dirty."
Looking at Xu Bin again, he was completely stunned.
He knew Yan Shiyu was no ordinary person, but he never expected him to be so powerful. With just a knife, he killed Yang Feng's soldiers and made them retreat.
The battle was swift and brutal; none of Yan Shiyu's men could withstand his blade, and his figure appeared exceptionally lonely and powerful amidst the blood and gore.
In less than three minutes, the county government office was littered with severed limbs and blood; beneath Yan Shiyu's feet lay a deathly realm.
Yang Feng was terrified by Yan Shiyu's brutality. His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were burning hot, as if he had seen a demon from hell.
His lips trembled, but he couldn't make a sound, only gasping for breath, as if he were being choked.
Yan Shiyu was covered in blood, like a god of death descending, every step he took was shrouded in the shadow of death.
"Human butcher, human butcher, you are a human butcher!"
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