A Martial Saint in Chaotic Times: Starting with Grinding Proficiency

Chapter 148 Justice of Outcome

Wang Moheng's kneeling plunged the bustling streets of Jinyu Lane into a deathly silence.

Donate your family fortune?

Dong Mo's languid expression faltered slightly. This Wang Moheng always seemed to be able to sense a glimmer of hope that others couldn't detect before disaster struck.

The martial arts school betrayed them once, and now, as they prepare to settle scores with the business alliance, they are again handing over their century-old business.

Is there really such a coincidence in this world?

Having worked his way up in the Jingye Division for many years, Dong Mo never believed in coincidences.

However, it would seem inappropriate to forcibly take this person away in full view of everyone.

More importantly, it seems there's always an invisible hand controlling this old fox. Making a move now might alert him.

He turned his head and glanced at Zhou Yuan out of the corner of his eye.

Zhou Yuan remained expressionless, merely nodding slightly.

He also wanted to see what was hidden behind this old fox.

Dong Mo instantly understood, and the gloom on his face vanished, replaced by a warm smile.

He stepped forward and personally helped Wang Moheng up.

"Patriarch Wang, what are you doing? Please rise! I haven't even had a chance to thank you for helping my Jingye Division resist the Six Desires Demonic Sect. Today, you've offered up your family's century-old foundation. You are truly a man of noble character, a model for us all!"

Dong Mo's voice was extremely loud, and every word was clearly heard by the onlookers.

"When I return, I will certainly report your achievements to the commander, and you will be rewarded handsomely!"

"Serving the Great Zhou is the duty of my Luochuan clan." Wang Moheng said solemnly, as if he were truly a loyal and righteous man who cared deeply for his country and its people.

"Great! Great!" Dong Mo patted Wang Moheng's shoulder heavily, looking very sincere.

Watching the two of them sing in unison, Zhou Yuan couldn't help but find it amusing. Anyone unaware of the situation would truly believe it was a touching act of charity.

The surrounding people were indeed stirred up, clapping and cheering, praising Wang Moheng endlessly.

Wang Moheng clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to everyone, then bowed deeply to Dong Mo and Zhou Yuan, and politely saw them off.

However, no one noticed that beneath his lowered head, a cold and ruthless glint flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

About half an hour later, in the Luochuan County prison.

It was dark, damp, and reeked of a foul stench mixed with the smell of mold and blood.

Wei Tianhe was roughly tied to the rack by two prison guards, his hair disheveled and him in a sorry state.

"Bring Jiang Chengxian and Han Tianming here," Dong Mo casually ordered the jailer beside him.

"Yes!" The jailer dared not delay, bowed, accepted the order, and quickly left.

Zhou Yuan found a table and sat down, poured himself a cup of coarse tea, and slowly looked at Wei Tianhe on the rack.

The two locked eyes.

Unlike Zhou Yuan's calm demeanor, Wei Tianhe's eyes were bloodshot, filled with resentment and madness, as if he wanted to devour Zhou Yuan alive.

Zhou Yuan ignored him, looked away, and took a sip of hot tea.

Times have really changed.

Once upon a time, the powerful head of the Wei family was someone he had to look up to. Now, however, he had become a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

However, it seems that there is still one last step to prepare the fish on the cutting board before it can be eaten.

How should the crime be determined?

Even now, Zhou Yuan is still somewhat curious about how Dong Mo will make Wei Tianhe willingly admit to this heinous crime.

Seemingly seeing through Zhou Yuan's thoughts, Dong Mo poured himself a cup of tea and slowly began to speak.

"Do you know that there are two kinds of justice in this world?"

"Which two?" Zhou Yuan asked, intrigued.

"One is called procedural justice. The other is called substantive justice," Dong Mo responded.

"Procedural justice, as you previously thought, requires sufficient evidence to convict Wei Tianhe, and every step must be carried out in accordance with the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty. This is the general practice of government agencies."

"But our Jingye Division is different."

Dong Mo put down his teacup and continued, "Our Jingye Division only pursues justice in its outcomes. As long as the final result is good, the process is not important."

"Take Wei Tianhe for example. As the mastermind behind the Grand Canal Gang, how many lives have he taken by exploiting laborers? How many families have been ruined and destroyed by their five major families who monopolized the Luochuan trade route? These things are common knowledge; you don't even need to find evidence. Just ask around on the street."

"If this man dies, and the merchant alliance disintegrates, the people of Luochuan will surely rejoice. This is the result I want."

"As for evidence—I'm too lazy to look for it."

As soon as the words were spoken, Wei Tianhe, who was on the rack, shuddered.

Not only him, but even Zhou Yuan was deep in thought at this moment.

Outcome justice — as long as the ending is good —

These words struck him like a thunderbolt.

This was something he had never encountered in his previous life—savage, brutal, yet imbued with an undeniable logic of reality.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the prison.

Jiang Chengxian and Han Tianming have arrived.

As soon as the two entered the prison, they saw Wei Tianhe tied to the rack like a dead dog, and their faces turned deathly pale.

"Greetings, two Jingye Envoys." The two men dared not be negligent in the slightest and quickly clasped their hands in greeting.

"I've heard that you two are also pillars of the Business Alliance," Dong Mo said casually, sizing up the two of them.

"Thump!"

Upon hearing this, the two men's legs went weak, and they knelt down.

"Please forgive us, Envoy Jingye! We are willing to offer all our property to the government!" The two men kowtowed repeatedly, their voices filled with fear.

"What are you two doing? Do you think my Jingye Division is the kind of people who seize by force?" Dong Mo looked at them with a smile. "I appreciate your kindness."

Upon hearing this, the two people kneeling on the ground not only did not breathe a sigh of relief, but instead trembled even more violently.

"However, the reason I invited you two here today is for another matter."

Dong Mo suppressed his smile, turned around and pointed at Wei Tianhe on the rack.

"Let's discuss the crimes of this barbarian."

He pulled out a pre-written petition from his sleeve and threw it in front of the two men.

"Let's see if it's true."

The two dared not delay and quickly picked up the petition, unfolding it with trembling hands.

He glanced at it only once before speaking hastily.

"Absolutely true! Not a single detail is wrong! Wei Tianhe is a beast in human form, committing countless heinous acts in Luochuan County! He has even secretly colluded with bandits and the Six Desires Demonic Sect, plotting a rebellion! He deserves to die a hundred times over!"

"Yes, yes, yes! We've disliked him for a long time! But we dared not speak out because of his power!"

Upon hearing the words of the two men, Wei Tianhe on the rack began to struggle violently, letting out angry roars and glaring at his former ally with eyes blazing with fury.

"Yes, that means we have witnesses." Dong Mo nodded in satisfaction.

The next moment, the black ancient sword at his waist was drawn from its sheath with a "whoosh".

A cold, sharp sword light flashed.

"what!"

Wei Tianhe's arm snapped off instantly, and blood gushed out.

His jaw was dislocated, so he couldn't scream; he could only let out a wild, animalistic wail.

"Then all that's left is for them to sign and put their fingerprints on the confession."

Dong Mo picked up the still twitching severed arm without any change in expression, grabbed his index finger, pressed it heavily on the inkpad next to him, and then pressed it onto the end of the petition.

A bright red handprint appeared.

"Alright." Dong Mo blew on the indictment and said with satisfaction, "We have witnesses, physical evidence, and even confessions. This case can be called an ironclad one."

The teacup that Zhou Yuan was holding in mid-air also paused for a moment.

He froze, staring blankly at the absurd and bloody scene before him.

This is the Jingye Division.

This is the result—the outcome is positive.

To achieve the desired result, one may resort to any means necessary, even fabricating a "truth" out of thin air.

"Han Tianming, Jiang Chengxian."

Dong Mo abandoned all his laziness and shouted sternly.

"exist!"

"These three families, and the three major gangs behind them, all those who have committed crimes, will be executed at Caishikou at noon the day after tomorrow!"

Dong Mo's voice echoed in the gloomy prison, carrying an undeniable authority.

"As for the person who oversaw the execution—"

He paused, his icy gaze falling on the two patriarchs who were already terrified.

"The two of you will take on this role."

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