The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 62 The Governor's Son
After the young man finished speaking, the room fell into dead silence.

Hu Fulai's throat bobbed, swallowing back the curses that were about to come out, his fat face trembling slightly.

The next second, he strode forward, raised his hands and desperately pressed them down on the police officers who were pointing their guns.

"Put them down! Put them down! All of you, put down your guns!"

Hu Fulai practically scrambled toward the jeep, but before he got close, he was coldly stopped by several uniformed soldiers with guns.

He wasn't annoyed; he just stood there, looked up, and spoke to the young man in the military vehicle with a big smile on his face.

Fu Juemin couldn't hear what they were saying. He stood in the crowd, listening to the noise around him gradually getting louder.

Soon Zhou He led his men up, while others quickly left the group and ran towards the Hu residence behind them.

Before long, the streets became lively.

A large group of servants and servants came over carrying torches, followed by the masters, mistresses and young ladies who had gathered in the Hu family's banquet hall earlier.

One by one, people walked briskly or even jogged over, and Fu Guosheng was clearly among them.

The group approached and quickly escorted the young man in military uniform from the jeep away.

In the blink of an eye, most of the people had left, and the long street immediately became deserted again.

Su Hui had already left sometime earlier. Fu Juemin instructed Qian Fei and the other man to take Cao Tian to get treatment immediately, and then turned his gaze to a figure with his back turned.

Fu Juemin walked towards the retreating figure and softly called out, "Second Uncle."

Fu Guoping didn't reply; he just stared at one spot.

Following Fu Guoping's gaze, Fu Juemin saw a large, blurry pool of blood on the street ahead.

It was that woman who called herself Wu Wanshu. After she was shot to pieces, her body was just run over by the wheels of a military jeep and trampled by more than a dozen pairs of military boots. Now all that's left is a pile of unrecognizable rotten flesh.

Compared to the still-present bustling scene behind him, this pool of rotten flesh and blood looked inexplicably absurd and ironic.

"Clean this up properly."

Fu Guoping suddenly called to the civil affairs team members beside him. Several men responded and ran off to find sacks and tools.

Fu Guoping turned around, and Fu Juemin saw that his face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

Fu Juemin's eyes flickered slightly, and he couldn't help but ask, "Second Uncle, that guy named Song Lin just now..."

"Let's talk about it when we get back."

Fu Guoping interrupted him.

Fu Juemin paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.

That night.

The Fu family study.

"boom!"

Fu Guoping slammed his fist hard on the solid wood coffee table, causing the teacups on the table to rattle and splash tea everywhere.

"They stormed the city gates late at night, killing three patrolmen on duty, and almost beat Ling Jun to death right in front of me."
They actually want our Fu family to pay him 100,000 silver dollars in compensation?!

Fu Guoping's face turned ashen, and he spoke through gritted teeth.

"It's not compensation."

Fu Guosheng, sitting in the armchair, shook his head. "Regarding the attack, the special commissioner was magnanimous and will not pursue the matter further."

This 100,000 silver dollars is a donation for disaster relief.

"Is there a difference?"

Fu Guosheng sneered.

Fu Guosheng didn't even lift his eyelids, and said indifferently, "Even Hu Fulai donated 50,000 silver dollars."

Fu Guoping remained silent, but his face remained extremely grim.

He grabbed the teacup on the table and gulped down two mouthfuls.

At this moment, Fu Juemin, who had been sitting quietly listening, asked, "Father, what exactly is the background of this special envoy?" Fu Guosheng looked up at him and slowly said, "The title of special envoy is nothing, the main thing is Song Lin himself."

His father, Song Zhenyuan, was a warlord who almost became the 'emperor' of this new southern dynasty.

Currently, Song Zhenyuan is the governor of Yangping Province, and concurrently serves as the military governor of Yangping Province.

The son of the governor of Yangping Province?!

Fu Juemin's body trembled slightly, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

"Although you did it to save Lingjun today, you still fired a shot at him."

Fu Guosheng turned to Fu Guoping, who was standing silently to the side, and said, "This young master Song is currently staying at the Hu County residence. Go there later and donate 50,000 silver dollars to show your sincerity."

"I have no money."

Fu Guoping sneered, "He's got plenty of bullets, does he want some?"

Fu Guosheng wasn't annoyed; he simply picked up a leather envelope from beside him and tossed it to Fu Guoping with a nonchalant expression.

"have a look."

Fu Guosheng coldly tore open the brown paper bag, pulled out a piece of paper, and glanced at it.

After a few breaths, Fu Juemin heard his second uncle clench his teeth and make a grinding sound.

"Passing through eight counties, five county heads were replaced!"

More than thirty households were raided and their members were killed.

Fu Guoping slammed the documents from the leather bag onto the table, his knuckles pounding the surface. The veins on his neck bulged slightly as he laughed angrily, "You expect me to go to his door and apologize to this greedy, inhuman beast?"

Fu Juemin quickly picked up the document that Fu Guoping had thrown on the table and examined it carefully.

Fu Juemin had no idea when or where his father, Fu Guosheng, had obtained the information on the paper, but it was a shocking sight to see.

The paper stated that Song Lin, the special commissioner for disaster relief, after leaving Yangping, the provincial capital, used the pretext of "punishing corruption" and "ineffective disaster relief" to kill the county magistrates of five counties in one go and confiscate the property of more than thirty large and small gentry and wealthy households.

The name of Wu Yongqian, the county magistrate of Qingyuan County, which he had heard before, was clearly on the paper.

From this perspective, the county magistrate's daughter who was chased through the streets in the middle of the night and then deliberately tormented and murdered by Song Lin was indeed real.

The only daughter of a county magistrate was reduced to a plaything and brutally murdered in the street.
For a moment, Fu Juemin couldn't find the words to describe the absurdity of the world.

No wonder Hu Fulai was so frightened when he heard Song Lin's name.

"Will the central government of the new people's government tolerate such reckless behavior?"

Fu Juemin took a light breath, put down the paper in his hand, and asked with a frown.

Fu Guosheng's face was ashen, and he spoke in a calm tone: "The war between the New People's Government and the North has never stopped over the years, and there have been new taxes every year."

This year, we were hit by another major disaster in the southwest, and chaos broke out everywhere.

Since the higher authorities could not allocate funds for disaster relief or military pay for quelling the rebellion, they could only rely on Song Zhenyuan's own troops to suppress the uprising in Yangping and the surrounding four provinces.

As long as Yangping doesn't fall, his position as provincial governor is as secure as Mount Tai.
Now, no matter what he does, the higher-ups will just turn a blind eye...

Fu Juemin remained silent, but his expression became slightly grave.

"Song Lin may seem cruel and bloodthirsty, but he's actually after money."

Song Zhenyuan, lacking funds to support his troops, specifically sent his only son to plunder and extort money from them.

Fu Guosheng continued, "Tonight's events were just a pretext; we were just unlucky enough to run into the line of fire."

The Lin family member who's with you has the Su family behind him, so Song Lin doesn't dare to touch him.

"From now on, it seems the burden will fall entirely on our shoulders."

"We just have to find a way to feed him."

Even after Fu Juemin left the study, he could still hear his second uncle, Fu Guoping, smashing a teacup on the ground through the door.

His mind kept replaying all the events of the night, and before he knew it, he bumped into Li Tong, who was walking towards him.

(End of this chapter)