Soldiers like bandits? No! These Tusi who rule one region are more ruthless than bandits! Bandits only rob once, but they are like blunt knives cutting flesh, year after year, generation after generation.
Chen Yi squatted down, extended his hand, but didn't help the old farmer, only pressed his shoulder that was constantly kowtowing. That bony shoulder was sharp to the touch, like holding a bundle of dry wood.
The old farmer's cries abruptly stopped, his body rigid like iron, leaving only uncontrollable trembling.
Chen Yi looked at his tear-stained, dirt-covered face, and said word by word:
"I will handle this matter for you."
......…
The manor hall was brightly lit, yet filled with an oppressive suffocation.
The cold light from the Iron Scale Army's armor reflected on the pale faces of the Dao Family's servants.
