Mei Fei sneered, "Don't panic! What big event could possibly happen? Have the Tujue attacked? Rest assured, it's the harvest season, and if the Tujue come, they would only plunder the peasants' possessions."
"Wang Lihui, you need to see the bigger picture! Sometimes, by making the common folks suffer a little, problems can be solved!"
At this moment, Wang Lihui really felt like crying.
"My Grand Commander-in-Chief! It's not the Tujue..."
"If it's not the Tujue, then there's even less to be afraid of!"
"Grand Commander-in-Chief, it's the martial artists! This morning, Zheng Poyue was protecting Shen Buxing's younger son, Shen Jieshi, when he returned to report that Shen Buxing and the others were killed by the martial artists!"
Hearing this, Mei Fei gasped in astonishment, his mouth gaping wide enough to stuff in three thick sausages.