With this thought, Qin Zheng's heart suddenly felt oppressive.
He slung the Ghost Head Greatsword over his shoulder and walked straight towards the execution ground outside.
In such a situation, if he could think of it, there were no lack of clever people in the city who could also figure it out.
Yet the government office had still decided to hand the bandit over to be beheaded at the execution ground.
Did they really fail to see through this stratagem, or did they honestly believe that Black Goose City had nothing to fear from a mere band of bandits?
Qin Zheng did not know what the government officials or Garrison Commander Ji Changyin were thinking.
He only knew that he possessed the prescience endowed by the Great Sun Golden Cicada Technique.
He could sense that the chances of this event occurring were extremely high.
Black Goose City was inevitably heading towards unrest!
