The County Magistrate and the Prison Chief exchanged glances, full of suspicion, and followed the Steward to the back hall.
Upon entering, one of Song Zhang's trusted followers brought up a wooden tray containing a dozen pages filled with dense writing and numbers, with no cover, as if they were part of a larger book torn out.
Inexplicably, the County Magistrate and the Prison Chief felt a sense of foreboding.
The Prison Chief frowned and looked at the Steward, "What is this?"
The Steward, who was just smiling, suddenly retracted his smile, his expression darkening, and shouted, "Why don't you just look for yourselves, sirs?!"
The Prison Chief's face turned dark instantly, glaring at him, but ultimately couldn't resist his curiosity and reached out to take the items from the tray.
Seeing this, his hands started to tremble uncontrollably.
