"You filthy peasants really have some nerve! How dare you attack a Dragonmarsh officer! I swear you'll all pay for this!" Bound in rope, Zhao Hu struggled and shouted threats. Without a word, Margaret raised her hand and slapped him several times across the face. The blows left Zhao Hu dizzy, his cheeks swollen and blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. "A man like you is fit to serve as an officer of the Dragonmarsh? I will personally see to it that you're dismissed and investigated!" "Dismiss and investigate me? Hah! Who do you think you are? What a joke!" Zhao Hu showed no fear at all. He was, after all, a trusted subordinate of Li Wenxing. Aside from the royal family, no one had the authority to remove him from office. "Enough!" Just then, a stern voice rang out from behind. Clad in protective gear, Li Wenxing arrived on the scene with a large entourage. Seeing him, Zhao Hu’s expression lit up with delight. ...