After half an hour, the short man in gray robe began to answer.

The answers were to most of the tall gray-robed man's questions, as well as some new ones.

After the two answered, they felt that there were no mistakes or omissions. Seeing the young scholar nodding with satisfaction, they breathed a sigh of relief.

The young scholar suddenly flicked his fingers twice, and two pebbles drilled into their eyebrows.

Their vision turned black and they died.

Chu Zhiyuan loosened his fingers and shook his head.

What a complicated Wanghai City.

A mixed bag of good and bad, and chaotic management.

This was not the fault of the commander-in-chief of Jihai Town, but the fault of Wanghai City’s city guards.

The army in the East China Sea Territory is incompetent, and the civil service system is in a mess.
Chapter completed!