Hangzhou, Ming Sect stronghold.
Yang Tiansheng listened as his subordinates reported that the imperial envoy Yang Erlang had gone on a killing spree in Yangzhou, executing over three hundred corrupt officials and bureaucrats from Jiangzhe.
He had only heard half of it when he couldn't help but slap the table so hard that the bowls and plates jumped, breaking into a shout, "Awesome, Yang Ge is really freaking awesome!"
He stood up, pacing back and forth in the room, agitated, "Young master shouldn't have left, such a lively scene, and I missed it... Ah, Yang Ge, you really deserve to die!"
"Can you stop rocking, would it kill you? It's giving me a headache!"
Midlife, with a thick mustache above his upper lip, Yang Yinghao sat in the hall, his face full of disdain as he watched his foolish son.
"Dad, he slaughtered over three hundred corrupt officials in one go... This, this, this, is awesome!"
Yang Tiansheng was riding a high tide of excitement, unable to sit still.
