"Not only are you unwilling to pay taxes, but you also hurl insults at us, the tax collectors. Twenty lashes are not enough to quell your arrogance; each person must receive at least forty lashes!"
Forty lashes?!
The shop assistants of the nearby inn, upon hearing such words, turned pale with fright.
Generally speaking, if the executioner were merciless, ten lashes could nearly beat a person to death.
Twenty lashes, and it's likely the person would never stand again in their lifetime, they might even be beaten to death.
As for forty lashes, there's no need to say more; death would be certain!
Especially since these rangers wielded very thick wooden sticks, and just one blow was extremely brutal.
To endure forty lashes...
Hiss!!
Even someone made of iron would probably be beaten to death, right?
"However…" Just at that moment, it seemed the rangers had taken notice of something, their eyes landing on Yun Jiuqing with a hint of an unusual gleam.