"This whole operation was a bust! Anning County has lived up to its name—'Peace'—for years, but can we still call it peaceful now? Huh? Who's going to protect *my* neck?"
Zhao Jiu was genuinely furious.
The leaders of the Central Yellow Sect, their guilt proven beyond a doubt, were served up to him on a silver platter.
All he had to do was take a few Skin Refining heads, convert them into official merits, and he could immediately petition Jiangyin Prefecture for a transfer. He could go back to the Prefecture City and become a prestigious Prefecture Official.
Then, he could return home in a blaze of glory. He'd have both the reputation and the real power to show off in front of all those idle rich kids from the great families.
Why would he need to stay in this miserable backwater, toiling away like a peasant?
