Transmigration: I, the Dragon Overlord, start by protecting my beautiful bride!

"Hey bro, let me help you."

"it is good."

Among the crowd in the waterway, a young man approached an old man.

He deftly picked up the black spheres from the basket and then placed them on both sides of the river, just like the others.

"Hey, hey, hey, you can't place them like that, young man." Seeing this, the old man quickly stopped the young man's actions and corrected him, "There should be a ten-foot gap between each fireball."

"It's just something to put up there, it doesn't matter how you put it," the young man said dismissively. "Why are there so many rules?"

"Hey, young man," the old man said, looking at the young man with suspicion. "Have you forgotten the rules the village taught us? The spacing is too close together; there won't be enough fireballs, and the blasting of the river will go astray!"

"So that's it."

Upon hearing this, the young man immediately realized his mistake and corrected it, following the old man's instructions to leave a ten-foot gap between each black fireball.

"Ah, that's right." The old man was very pleased to see this.

"However, there's something I don't understand." The young man's hands were busy, but his mouth couldn't stop talking. "This riverbed is beneficial to the country and its people, so why are we going to bomb it?"

Hearing this, the old man turned his suspicious gaze to the young man beside him again, and asked in a slightly questioning tone, "Young man, whose child are you? How dare you ask such a question! It's simply outrageous!"

"But Qianzhou City is flooded every year. This river channel cost a lot of money, resources and manpower, and it took several years to build. Isn't it a pity to destroy it now?" the young man continued to ask doubtfully.

"Whose child are you anyway?" The old man stopped what he was doing, pointed at the young man in front of him, and said, "If you dare to say such disrespectful things again, I'll report you to the clan chief and have you locked up to reflect on your actions!"

Upon hearing this, the young man scratched his butt and said, "I was just curious and wanted to ask."

"Besides, if we blow up the riverbed, won't the authorities hold us accountable?"

"Heh, investigate?" The old man laughed upon hearing this. "We have people in the government too. We'll just grab a few scapegoats to take the blame, and who will know that we were the ones who bombed it?"

Just as they were talking, a horse-drawn carriage drove up from not far away.

It slowly came to a stop beside the river, and then a person stepped out.

He was the adult wearing the red demon mask, and also the clan chief these villagers spoke of.

"Clan leader."

"Clan leader."

"Clan leader."

Among the people in the river, a slightly younger figure stepped forward to meet them.

"Chief, the fire and lightning orbs are almost fully deployed. When should we blast open this river channel?"

The adult wearing the red demon mask sneered and said to the people behind him, "Bring all those guys up here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several men carrying long knives appeared behind him, escorting the man in shackles.

These people were all supervisors and material inspectors of the river channel, responsible for its construction.

They were also considered Liu Zhizhou's protégés during his lifetime, and often enjoyed tea with him.

"Take all these people to the middle of the river. I want them to be buried with this river, to be buried with our dead relatives!" the adult wearing the red demon mask said viciously.

"Yes, Chieftain!" The young figure pulled them along, about to walk towards the middle of the river.

These people, out of fear, began to beg for mercy:

"No! Don't kill me!"

"I have an elderly mother in her seventies and a five-year-old child to care for. Please don't kill me..."

"Help, help!"

"Shut your mouth!" The ruthless young man picked up a stone from the ground and smashed it into the man's mouth, breaking his teeth and causing him to bleed profusely.

But this method was simple and effective; soon everyone shut their mouths...

Upon seeing this, the adult wearing the red demon mask excitedly exclaimed, "Everyone, once tonight is over, the entire city of Qianzhou will be in our hands! No one will be able to bully us anymore! And no one will be able to control our lives at will!"

"From today onwards, we will rise up and become the masters of our own destiny!" His tone was filled with madness, and the people on the river cheered and jumped for joy.

But it was at this moment that an untimely voice appeared.

"You're really delusional!"

The old man looked at the young man beside him in disbelief.

"What did you say?" The adult wearing the red demon mask looked at him angrily.

"I say you're just delusional!" Long Aotian stepped forward, revealing his disguise, and declared loudly, "I am Shen Congxin, the Chief Inspector of the Night Guard!"

One sentence left all the people with expressions of disbelief.

As for Long Aotian, he pointed at the man wearing the red demon mask on the river and roared, "You opened a maritime trading market, murdered an official of the Celestial Dynasty, and even tried to kill him to cover it up! Now, you even want to blow up the river!" He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and finally shouted, "Your crimes are heinous and unforgivable; you deserve to die!"

But the man wearing the red demon mask remained aloof and superior.

"How could a piece of trash like you understand the hardships we endure?" After a long while, the man wearing the red demon mask finally spoke. "But it really surprises me that, apart from a few stubborn fools, all the other officials in the entire Qianzhou City have become my disciples!"

"But in the end, the one who found me was the very same trash everyone talked about." The man wearing the Crimson Demon Mask looked at Long Aotian and suddenly asked with some curiosity, "I really don't understand, Lord Shen, can you answer that for me? How exactly did you find this place?"

"Hmph, do you really think your actions are so clever?" From the other side, a figure flashed past and arrived beside Long Aotian.

"This was found in your room. I never expected that the mastermind behind this was you, Li Tongzhi." Dong Fuguang held an account book in his hand, which was the real account book of the Sea Market.

However, what was found in Prefect Liu's residence was a carefully crafted, tampered-with account book.

The proceeds from these false accounts were already shocking, but the accounts in the real accounts were even more unexpected by Dong Fuguang!

“Dong Fuguang, you…” The moment Li Tongzhi saw Dong Fuguang, his heart sank.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you already leave?"

Upon hearing this, Long Aotian and Dong Fuguang exchanged a knowing smile.

"If I hadn't left, would you have dared to do such a thing?" Dong Fuguang said smugly. "Lord Shen is right. Only when I leave can you show your true colors!"

"Shen Congxin!"

Li Tongzhi glared fiercely at Long Aotian. If looks could kill, Long Aotian would have died a thousand times over by his hand.