The night was deep. In the study of the Changshan County Government Office, candlelight danced, casting the two men's shadows long against the wall.
Things had come to this point; there was no longer any need for pretense.
Chen Sheng frankly stated his objective: military authority over the entire county.
His implication was also clear—he wanted the position of Grand Commander of the Changshan Martial Preparation Camp.
Wu Kuang listened, his expression showing no surprise. From the moment Chen Sheng had stepped into this study carrying the bandit chief's head and frankly admitted to killing Chuyue Mountain, he knew this young man was aiming for the position of Grand Commander.
Logically, he should have been pleased.
