I wield power with my innate talents, and forge the Heavenly Court.

Chapter 91 Public sentiment, house raids

"."

"Ah, sir!"

"Father!"

"My son!"

After seeing Ma Wenchang commit suicide by hitting his head against the wall, his wife, children, and elderly relatives were initially stunned, and then cried out in grief.

"Huh? What's wrong? What happened? What's going on?"

Hearing the commotion, the jailer rushed over and asked questions. Upon seeing Ma Wenchang lying motionless on the ground with his face covered in blood, he frowned and quickly opened the cell door to enter.

He checked his breathing, then felt his carotid artery, and then stood up with a stern face.

"died!"

"Hmph! What bad luck, always causing us trouble."

A jailer snorted coldly with a stern face.

They naturally didn't care whether Ma Wenchang lived or died.

However, the leader intended to use Ma Wenchang to establish his authority.

Now look what's happened, he actually ran into a wall and committed suicide, how are they supposed to explain this?

"Sigh~, we still have to report this to the leader!"

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances. Finally, the jailer sighed and, after instructing everyone to maintain order, headed towards the main hall of the government office.

When the sun was high in the sky, Wang Chao finally finished his trial. One heinous case after another made the onlookers' blood boil and their anger rise.

"Kill them!"

Someone suddenly shouted.

In an instant, it completely ignited everyone's anger.

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

"Kill these heartless rich bastards!"

Even Wang Zhongyuan and the others couldn't help but stand up and shout along with everyone else, completely forgetting their current identities.

Shouts echoed through the sky, and a red aura of killing intent shot up like a crimson pillar of light.

The resentment and anger of the people transformed into a black demonic dragon, hovering outside the crimson pillar of murderous light.

These negative forces did not cause the nation's fortune to suppress or offset them. Instead, they resonated with the nation's fortune, giving the crimson pillar of light and the black demonic dragon a bright yellow cloak, making them appear even more magnificent and grand.

Public opinion is like a tide, and the fate of the nation will follow the will of the people.

Looking above the crowd, at the national destiny and public opinion that he had adjusted, the dynasty felt secretly satisfied.

Now is the time for him to follow public opinion.

"Clap!"

After slamming the gavel to silence the crowd, Wang Chao suddenly stood up.

“These wealthy and powerful businessmen are unscrupulous and must be punished. Today, I will stand up for the people and bring these unscrupulous people to justice.”

"Help! Someone!"

"My subordinate is here!"

Jiang Bo strode to the center of the hall, stood at attention, and bowed.

"Go! Lead the troops and seize these criminals!"

"Yes!"

Jiang Bo bowed again and responded loudly.

After they left, four hundred soldiers of the People's Salvation Army quickly arrived in front of the government office in neat formation, their iron-blooded aura soaring into the sky.

Seeing such a menacing, spirited, and perfectly synchronized army, the initially excited civilians couldn't help but feel a chill and took a step back.

Fortunately, the militia did not step forward. Instead, two men ran out and bowed to the dynasty.

"Chief, Yang Wending, the first sergeant of the personal guard battalion, has come to report for duty!"

"Chief, Xing Quansheng, the second platoon leader of the personal guard battalion, has come to report for duty!"

"Good! You two lead the team to capture those corrupt and lawless scoundrels."

Anyone who resists will be killed without exception!

"Yes!"

The two men saluted and accepted the order, then led two squads of four hundred soldiers at a jog towards the east of the city.

The onlookers behind them, as well as Wang Wuliu and others who were suing the wealthy merchants and powerful families, hesitated for a moment before following the four hundred militiamen and surging towards the east of the city.

After everyone left, Wang Chao couldn't help but look at Wang Zhongyuan.

"Where did you find these people? They seem genuinely sincere; they don't seem to be acting."

"Hey, some of them are indeed imposters, but most are genuine."

Wang Zhongyuan sighed, a hint of sadness appearing on his face.

These wealthy and powerful people are too despicable. If you kill ten people one by one, there will definitely be innocent people among them. But if you kill every other one, there will inevitably be some who escape.

"Oh!"

Wang Chao nodded, a look of understanding on his face.

Just as Wang Chao was about to leave the main hall of the government office, Jiang Bo quickly walked into the hall.

"Chief, something has happened. Ma Wenchang committed suicide."

"Huh? You said Ma Wenchang is dead? How did he die?"

Wang Chao frowned and looked at Jiang Bo.

"A chief constable from outside has come to report that Ma Wenchang has committed suicide by running into a wall."

"Is that so?

Unexpectedly, Ma Wenchang has quite a bit of backbone and integrity.

It seems that at this time, the Ming Dynasty still had some loyal officials.

Wang Chao was not greatly affected by Ma Wenchang's suicide; he was merely somewhat impressed, thinking that Ma Wenchang actually possessed some scholarly integrity.

Well, although Ma Wenchang was corrupt, accepted bribes, and oppressed the people, he could be considered a half-loyal minister to the Ming court.

While his mind was wandering, Wang Chao spoke with a half-smile.

"Ma Wenchang is dead? How could he be dead? He's still alive and well!"

He certainly did.

Jiang Bo didn't react for a moment and was about to emphasize it again.

However, when he saw the ambiguous smile on Wang Chao's face, he paused for a moment before realizing what was happening.

The leader kept Ma Wenchang alive only to establish his authority.

The death of Ma Wenchang serves as a message to everyone in Lintao Prefecture: whether you are an ordinary citizen or a wealthy and powerful official, you will inevitably be punished if you violate the discipline and regulations of the People's Salvation Army.

As for Ma Wenchang's condition, it's actually not important.

Even whether it was Ma Wenchang or not was unimportant; all they needed to do was tell the people that it was the living Ma Wenchang.

Putting aside whether Ma Wenchang is dead or alive, it doesn't matter. There are already some death row inmates in the prefect's prison, so there's no problem replacing Ma Wenchang with them.

"Chief, I understand. I will have someone make the arrangements immediately."

After figuring out the crux of the problem, Jiang Bo immediately bowed and strode out of the government office.

In the Cui residence in the east of the city, a servant rushed in hastily.

"Master, Master, something terrible has happened!"

"Nonsense, what are you saying? The patriarch is perfectly well."

"No, Master, the militia is attacking! The militia is attacking!" "What?"

Cui Wenxiu suddenly stood up, her face dark as she looked at the servant who had come to report.

"This, this, this, what should I do?"

"It seems the militia is really going to target us."

"I think we should just fight them."

"What are you going to use to fight? Your fists?"

Not only was Cui Wenxiu extremely shocked, but the heads of various families who had not yet left, as well as those in charge of their respective families, were equally shocked.

Some people have absolutely no idea what to do and are just frantically running around in circles.

Some people thought they might as well just go all out.

"Save the People's Army! Save the People's Army! They're almost outside the government building!"

The servant repeated it again.

After receiving confirmation, everyone panicked even more and then looked at the head of the Cui family.

"Don't panic. Let's go see the militia first; maybe things will turn around."

"Yes, that's fine too."

"Alas, there's no other way now."

When everyone arrived at the front gate, Yang Wending had already led his men to the gate.

Without saying a word, he was about to rush into the mansion.

"Wait, wait, General. Is there some misunderstanding? If my servants have neglected you, I apologize on their behalf. It's just that I haven't taught them properly."

"General, I know that the People's Salvation Army is an army that stands up for the people. I am willing to donate ten thousand taels of silver and a thousand bushels of grain to reward the People's Salvation Army."

Yang Wending placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, suddenly stopped, and looked at Cui Wenxiu.

Upon seeing this, Cui Wenxiu couldn't help but smile.

"So, the Cui family isn't too keen on having their brothers come into their home."

"Well, I have female family members at home, so it's really inconvenient for you to enter, sir."

"Oh!"

Yang Wending nodded knowingly, then looked at the other wealthy households.

"Yes, General, after all, there are still women in the inner quarters, so it's really inconvenient for the army to enter."

"Yes, yes, if you don't have anything to say, you can say it here, right?"

Seeing that Yang Wending seemed easy to talk to, it seemed that things might really be turning around.

Therefore, when they saw Yang Wending's gaze, everyone spoke up.

The many commoners who followed couldn't help but feel disappointed as they watched the crowd remain deadlocked in front of the Cui residence.

This so-called "People's Salvation Army" seems to be nothing special.

They talk about standing up for the people, but it's all just a way to deceive these ordinary folks.

Some people have even started to mutter their doubts.

"Save the People's Army, save the People's Army, hey, what kind of People's Army is this?"

"Hehe, I guess we commoners aren't considered commoners, are we? Only the wealthy merchants, landlords and magnates are considered commoners."

"I think the people being rescued are the ones being saved from the militia."

"."

Immediately, many people began to mock and ridicule.

It was both a mockery of the People's Salvation Army and a self-mockery.

I've really lost my mind, actually thinking someone will take care of things for them.

Meanwhile, on the outermost edge of the crowd of people, Ji Mingyuan quietly watched the scene in front of the Cui residence.

He didn't believe that the People's Salvation Army in front of him would be so easily abandoned.

Ignoring the whispers behind him, Yang Wending looked at the group of wealthy and powerful business magnates before him, suddenly smiled, and nodded repeatedly, saying:

"Hahaha, good, good, very good!"

Seeing Yang Wending's smiling face, everyone thought he had really given up, and they couldn't help but laugh along.

"hehe."

"Hahaha"

"Why should it be like that? Hehe, harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth."

However, a small number of people, such as Cui Wenxiu, vaguely sensed that something was amiss.

However, before they could say anything, Yang Wending had already turned around abruptly.

"Brothers, what does the leader say should be done to anyone who resists?"

"Kill without mercy!"

"Kill without mercy!"

"Kill without mercy!"

Shouts echoed through the sky, and the soaring, fierce aura gradually became dazzling.

"kill!"

"Choke!"

"Pfft!"

Yang Wending shouted suddenly, and his long sword was drawn with a clang, instantly beheading Cui Wenxiu.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"."

The crowd behind Yang Wending shouted in unison, drew their long swords, and charged into the Cui residence like wolves and tigers.

The Zhang family patriarch and others standing at the door were instantly beheaded.

Yang Wending and the others kept moving and quickly rushed into the depths of the mansion.

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”

"Ah~!"

"Help!"

Accompanying a series of clashes of weapons and screams for help was a strong, pungent smell of blood.

This sudden turn of events left many people stunned and bewildered for quite some time.

They looked at each other in bewilderment for a moment.

this.
"it is good!"

"Good riddance! This group of wealthy and ruthless gentry should all have their property confiscated and their families exterminated!"

With someone taking the lead, the rest of the people also cheered loudly.

"it is good!"

"Good kill!"

"Yes! These beasts deserve to be killed!"

In that instant, due to the change in everyone's mindset, a large amount of positive spiritual energy, such as gratitude and blessings directed towards the dynasty and the People's Salvation Army, began to emerge and spread from everyone.

Gradually, the gray mist around everyone dissipated, and the bright yellow power of national destiny began to fill the air.

(End of this chapter)