Inner Anning Street, at the grand Zhao Mansion.
It was complete with artificial mountains and decorative streams.
And in the Inner Residence.
Young Master Jiu, the Lord of Anning County who hailed from the Jiangyin Prefecture's Wine Shop, tightened his grip on the hand warmer he was holding.
"Who was the killer? The absolute audacity! Don't they know the rules in my county?"
He had only heard that someone had committed murder in the middle of a bustling street.
As for who died—the legitimate son of a Dragon Head from one of the Three Great Gangs—Zhao Jiu chose to turn a deaf ear.
What a joke. He couldn't care less who had died.
But... if someone dared to kill in the streets, did that mean that one day, when he himself went out, they might suddenly attack and kill him, the head of the county?
He set the rules. Breaking his rules was a slap in the face!
