Glancing at the Lizheng holding his waist and howling in pain, and those village chiefs with eyes full of resentment, Xia Zheng pursed his lips and asked, "How much silver has the Lizheng embezzled over these years?"
He Guangming, who had been absorbed in fiddling with his sleeve, suddenly froze and looked up at Xia Zheng in shock. Had Xia Zheng asked more tactfully, he might not have been as startled, but who would have expected him to be so direct and ask outright.
He had long harbored the intention to report the Lizheng, but the Lizheng had powerful backers, and as a mere village chief, he knew no other influential people besides the Lizheng. Not to mention reporting him, he might end up getting dragged in himself. It didn't matter if he suffered, but what about his daughter Xiao Dong? What about the villagers of He family village? If another village chief with ill intentions like the Lizheng came along, then their village would truly be plunged into darkness.
