The overall order in the city is still stable. Tianhao issued a temporary control order, led by Liao Qiu to fully be responsible. After a two-day simple purging, he took Wu Yuan away from Leijiao City and headed to the capital of the Niu Clan.

At that time, various stories about this young lord spread in Lei Point City.

He is the protagonist in all the stories, wise and powerful, handsome and wise, leading his tribe members to solve various problems and leading Panshi Village to become today's Panshi City.

These stories seem to be unimpressive to Niu Zeyu, and they don’t even have the interest to sneer. He is a veteran. Although he inherits the surname of his ancestors, he is an absolute noble. Niu Zeyu knows very well what “motivation” means. He just feels extremely unwilling to accept why Tianhao’s rise must be at the cost of his son-in-law’s death? My family and I should have a bright and brilliant future. My grandson will become the king of Lei Niu tribe, and the family will rule this place for generations. But now, everything has become a bubble.

Niu Zeyu's hatred for Wu Yuan was so strong that his fear of losing power made him feel insecure about everything around him.

Since you cannot obtain power, you must obtain as much wealth as possible.

Jin Sheng and Niu Zeyu are very familiar with each other. His caravan often travels between various cities and villages of Lei Niu Ministry. Some people say that he is the trade agent arranged by Niu Weibang, but he is just a sensation and no basis. Niu Zeyu has his own way of looking at people: Jin Sheng's caravan and Tianhao enter Leijiao City together, and the young lord escort Wu Yuan to Heijiao City. Jin Sheng still stays in Leijiao City to sell goods, which is enough to illustrate the problem.

The nobles have always been important customers of the caravan. Every time Jin Sheng comes to Leijiao City, he will invite the nobles of the Leiniu tribe, including Niu Zeyu, to negotiate a series of business in a friendly and happy atmosphere.

Although Niu Weibang is dead, his life still has to continue.

Naturally, everyone talked about the new king at the banquet.

"The king just went there like this. I wonder if the new patriarch would take care of us like the king had before?"

"I heard that the king handed over his tribe to the Lord of the Stone Corps when he was dying. If nothing unexpected happened, he would become the new King of Thunderhorns this time when he came back from Black Horn."

"I think you are confused. The new king must be recognized by His Majesty before he can ascend the throne. He can only be the acting patriarch now. He must wait until the new emperor is elected next year and issue an edict."

Leijiao City and Panshi City are two places. The personal relationship between Niu Weibang and Tianhao does not mean that everyone has similar ideas. The Leiniu tribe has reproduced and survived on this land. There are dozens of nobles who have inherited their ancestral titles, including Niu Zeyu and Niu Yuntao. They have an innate sense of superiority. They have a strong sense of resistance to new nobles, those who have made meritorious steps, from the lower society. It is as if the original domain of their own was invaded and occupied by strangers.

From the standpoint that everyone is the same race, it cannot be said to be hostile, but it has a strong disgust.

The topic quickly moved to the slave side.

"The king has left so many good things, this should be ours."

"Not to mention anything else, the captives of pigs in the city should belong to us."

"Yes, the pig man should be our slave."

No one knows why there are so many wines at the banquet. This luxury is expensive, and it is not easy to drink a glass occasionally. Alcohol stimulates the brain, Niu Zeyu feels hot all over and speaks unscrupulously, because others speak more wildly than themselves.

"Listen to me, this is an opportunity. We can turn all those pigs into slaves."

"Are you kidding?"

"What I said is true. Wu Yuan killed the king. Now the people below are only concerned about when the Lord of the Rock will ascend the throne. No one asks about the pig people. The captives have no files, only a rough number. We can take this opportunity to get a few certificates of slave trading."

Niu Zeyu felt that his brain had been torn apart by the devil.

Yes, there is no supervision from the upper level, which is an excellent power transfer gap. As long as you seize the opportunity and use it cleverly, you can get a lot of benefits from it.

"As long as you indicate the transaction time on the purchase document and add the autograph from the king, nothing is wrong."

"The signature can be forged. I am in charge of the tribal archives. There are many documents there with the signature of the king. As long as you imitate and copy them as you like, it is no different from the original."

"It doesn't matter whether there is a ring seal for the king. Now is a special period. If the young boy from the Rock Corps wants to control the Thunder Niu tribe, he must get our support. As long as his brain is not broken, he will not cause trouble at this time. Think about it, our bull tribe has always been the dead. Niu Weibang's corpse is not cold, and the little lord has not even sat down on the throne. Do he dare not admit the authenticity of these slave trading documents? Don't forget, he is just one person. But what about us? As long as everyone here buys hundreds of pig slaves today, we have the final say."

"That's right! One person commits a crime, one person beheads the head. A bunch of people commits a crime, no one dares to do anything to us. This is called not to blame everyone. Moreover, he is not the real King of Thunder Points, but just an acting patriarch."

The banquet that day soon turned into a spoil-sharing conference. The animal skin documents were copied and forged, and the total number of pigs who changed from prisoners of war to slaves was as high as 35,000. Everyone wanted the benefits, and I don’t know who was too talkative. This secret quickly spread and more people joined in with the news. Niu Zeyu was not very clear about the specific situation. According to his estimate, there were many private slave sales contracts, and the total number was no less than 60,000 people accumulated to the present.

The situation was a bit out of control, but the more this happened, the more Niu Zeyu felt at ease.

Everyone participates in this grand event for wealth, which means that they have a higher safety factor.

If Tianhao had not ordered all the pig people to be reorganized, 20,000 pig people were sent to the mine to dig peat in the early morning, Niu Zeyu would never have taken the initiative to enter the clan leader's residence.

Now, he was pressed hard to the ground.

"You can't do this." Niu Zeyu raised his head desperately from his heavy press of his teeth like a mountain, pulled his neck and screamed: "My daughter is Niu Weibang's wife, she... she is the queen, you can't treat me like this."

This is his last reliance.

Niu Yuntao was also pressed tightly next to him, his whole body pressed against the ground. He turned his face and shouted in horror: "And I... my daughter is also the queen, and Niu Weibang's previous wife is my daughter."

Tianhao sat on the throne, lowered his head, and stared at his feet calmly like a statue.

"Cut down their hands." After a full half-minute silence, he issued a cruel order.

Yanchi and his vicious guards pulled their arms apart, raised their sharp long swords, and slashed in the air amid the heart-wrenching screams of Niu Zeyu and Niu Yuntao. The broken limbs bounced away with blood, and the two people who lost control screamed and rolled in the pool of blood.

"You are so brave. You dare to forge the signature of the tribe king." Tianhao swept across the bloody scene without an expression: "Don't you know that this is a death sentence?"

The feeling of blood being dripped from his body was very terrible, as if a lot of things were cleared out in his body. Niu Zeyu lay on the ground with his back to the sky, as far as possible, and the wound on his broken arm touched the stone slab. He half twisted his body desperately, and howling from the depths of his throat was comparable to the howling of the injured beast.

"...It's you...it's your master behind you."

"You did it on purpose, Jin Sheng... He is your person! Slave trading is a scam, you... you want to trick everyone in... to start... Get the position of Leijiao City... and the patriarch."

"I want to expose your true face...ah...my hand...I want you to pay the price for it."

Although he is greedy, he is not stupid. Combining pain and regret is a good medicine, Niu Zeyu found the real answer in the misery.

Tianhao leaned back, leaned against the throne, and slowly closed his eyes.

Although Yante was young, he had received several months of training at Brode Teeth. He knew that this was the sign that the young patriarch began to think, so he didn't say a word. At the same time, he used his eyes to signal the other guards to stand in place with a long sword, motionless, allowing Niu Zeyu and Niu Yuntao, who were cut off his hands, kept screaming and moaning.

After nearly two minutes, Tianhao opened his eyes and ordered lightly: "Kill them."

"No...you dare..." Niu Zeyu's eyes widened.

"Please, spare me! I'm willing to take it out..." Niu Yuntao begged repeatedly in pain.

Before he finished speaking, his hands were raised and his sword fell. His two heads rolled on the floor with broken bones and blood, drawing a circle of bright red wet marks.

Yanchi and the guards picked up the heads and placed them on the ground about three meters away from the throne.

Looking at the broken remains of the dead, a trace of instinctive disgust flashed in Tianhao's eyes.

The easiest way to control a group is to turn the entire group into one's own people.

Niu Weibang died, and he left a huge space of power. The nobles of Leijiao City must fight for it. They will not care about the word "agent" in front of the young patriarch, but will only divide Leijiao City in the way they like.

Liao Qiu led the army to take charge on the spot, and these people dared not do anything randomly.

However, the mice in the granary still have to be caught.

Pingjun's intelligence department has always had contact with businessman Jin Sheng. Speaking of which, Jin Sheng actually made a request for this kind of contact. Although he is Wu Yuan's person, he is not Wu Yuan's crazy person. Jin Sheng has his own interests. It is better to say that he is Wu Yuan's confidant, a collaborator who sticks to the bottom line.

Alcohol is the best potion that can make people tell the truth. One hundred jars of cider are a sumptuous banquet, and the participants are all nobles of Leijiao City with equal identities. They think this is their own circle, speak unscrupulously, and it is also the best time to plan against Tianhao, the young acting clan leader.

Jin Sheng chose the right time to raise the topic of "buying and selling pigs as slaves".

The nobles who had been drunk halfway rushed forward without realizing that this was a poisonous bait that was hidden very deeply, so they opened their mouths and swallowed without hesitation.

Killing requires a reason, even Tianhao cannot do anything randomly.

Forging the signature of the patriarch is a felony, and not being allowed to buy and sell people without authorization is also a felony, and using power to embezzle public property is even more a felony. Multiple crimes are superimposed, which is a death penalty.

"You damn bastards!"

Without any warning, Tianhao suddenly jumped up from the throne, grabbed Niu Zeyu's head on the ground, smashed it down with indescribable rage, then pulled out his sword, chased the head that was rolling on the floor, and slashed in half.

"Every year, so many civilians starve to death, but you ignore it."

"Where were you when Liao Qiu and Gangdian led their troops to the war? Don't think I don't know anything. Your family has not sent anyone to the war, but now they have to force so many pig people away. It's really shameless."

"For a long time, there are only 70,000 residents in Leijiao City. You have built villages everywhere, hiding the population, and refusing to pay grain taxes. Niu Weibang took the face into consideration and did not punish you. Now it's my turn. Do you think this is useful?"

"Since you dare to do it, then I dare to kill!"

Tianhao stood there with his feet apart, holding the sword tightly in his hand, with such great strength that he seemed to leave fingerprints on the hard handle. He looked serious, his skin was tense on his face, but there was a cruel and fanatical gaze deep in his eyes. He slowly raised his arms, raised his right hand holding the knife, lowered his head, stretched out his tongue, and licked the blood splashed on the back of the steel knife.

"Send orders to arrest people according to the list, then search the house and execute publicly."

Behind him, Yanchi and the guards knelt on one knee, and agreed respectfully.

...

Accompanied by the "squeaking" winch sound, the tall city gates slowly closed.

Liao Qiu and Gangdian led the troops under their jurisdiction respectively and quickly controlled the main passages in the city.

There are a total of sixty-three households, which are the numbers on the list.

All the nobles were latecomers who inherited the achievements of their ancestors, including ten thousand people and city lords. They only had titles but no fiefdoms. Among them were lazy and incompetent people who worked hard to build new villages, dreamed of accumulating a population of over 10,000, becoming real city lords and recreating the glory of their ancestors. However, in the face of the cold orders of the young patriarch, they were no different.

The status of aristocrats is their original sin. Whether it is good or bad people, whether they want to take the opportunity to make a fortune or use pig slaves as the basis for the development of the village, in Tianhao's opinion, it is unforgivable. The second voice is not allowed under the patriarch. They don't even understand this principle, and they deserve it if they die.

From the elderly to the children, there were no omissions, with a total of up to 539 people.

They couldn't escape, and there was no sign that the new patriarch would take action suddenly.

During the arrest, more than a hundred people were killed for resistance. Their bodies were provoked by strong pig soldiers with spears and erected in conspicuous locations at various street intersections.
Chapter completed!