Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System

"You scoundrels! How dare you, a group of scoundrels, speak such words?

Do you dare say such things?

Let me ask you, is everything the Minister of the Ministry of Justice said true?"

As soon as this question was asked, silence fell over the crowd.

Everyone lowered their heads, glancing at each other secretly, yet none dared to be the first to speak.

Because they all knew, that at this moment, King Dayou was throwing a tantrum, and stepping forward now would undoubtedly bring trouble upon oneself.

The best solution at this time was to bow one's head and remain silent.

It's better for everyone to endure together than for King Dayou to single out one person to vent his anger.

After all, isn't there a saying that the law does not punish the multitude? If everyone does the same, you surely can't make it difficult for just me, right?

It was precisely this kind of thinking that kept everyone silent, quietly awaiting King Dayou's wrath.

However, upon seeing this scene, King Dayou's anger only intensified. He casually grabbed a brush holder from the desk and threw it directly at the head of the Minister of the Ministry of Rites.

Immediately, the brush holder flew through the air and landed squarely on the top of the Minister's head.

Instantly, his scalp split open, and a stream of blood gushed down, covering his face.

But that wasn't the end. Meanwhile, King Dayou's scolding continued to echo in everyone's ears:

"You are truly audacious, even when the Immortal has spoken, forbidding even a proper burial. Yet you dare to ask me to avenge him?

Ha ha, do you truly think my Dayou Kingdom is too good? Do you truly think I am sitting too comfortably in this position?"

These questions were like daggers piercing the heart of everyone present, yet they dared not utter a single sound.

Didn't you see that the one who was hit with a brush holder, bleeding profusely, was still kneeling steadfastly?

You must understand, that pain is intolerable for the average person, but this guy, to preserve his head, actually remains kneeling quietly without daring to make a sound.

Letting the blood flow across his face, he doesn't dare to wipe it off.

"Have you ever thought what I would face if Heaven were truly to be angry with me?

Have you ever thought whether Heaven's dissatisfaction with me could lead to dissatisfaction with the entire Dayou Kingdom?

Have you ever thought whether Heaven's displeasure with Dayou could result in our people's unwarranted suffering?"

These three questions were truly soul-stirring.

They even implicated the many people of the Dayou Kingdom.

Who would dare bear such a burden?

In an instant, some of the ministers kneeling there even shrank back a bit.

At the same time, their heads dipped even lower, fearing that being different would lead to them being pulled out and executed.

Such an act, King Dayou could absolutely carry out.

At this moment, they suddenly realized something, which was if King Dayou couldn't buy their interests, might he not choose to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys?

If he picked one or two from among them to execute, wouldn't it serve as a warning to the others?

Wouldn't it make them choose to peacefully submit to King Dayou?

Thinking of this, the ministers even broke out in a cold sweat; it was indeed possible.

And sure enough, as they were thinking this, King Dayou's cold voice sounded again, but this time not directed at them, but at the guards within the hall:

"Guards, drag this Minister of the Ministry of Rites out for 200 lashings! I want Heaven to know, I will not defy its orders."

With these words, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites, whose head was still bloody, the very one who first knelt to ask King Dayou for help in avenging Prince Ning, collapsed to the ground in fear.

He swiftly knelt down, repeatedly kowtowing for mercy.

However, at this moment, how could King Dayou bother with him?

This was clearly a chicken.

This chicken, sent forward, how could he not kill it?

After killing this chicken, the surrounding monkeys would surely become submissive, at least visibly fearing him.

And that would be enough.

At the beginning, he did not intend to have all these people at his disposal.

His real aim was to replace them all, eventually with his own capable personnel.

In this way, his status would be extremely secure, ensuring his dominance over the Dayou Kingdom.

Ha ha, thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel smug.

Though my position was not rightfully gained, Heaven favors and cares for me, hasn't it already dealt with Prince Ning?

Seeing the Minister of the Ministry of Rites dragged out by the guards, soon anguished cries echoed from outside the hall.

This fellow was already over 60 years old.

At such an age, enduring 200 lashes is absolutely unbearable.

Not only an older man over 60, even a robust young man couldn't bear 200 lashes.

Most could only endure up to 50 blows at most before it becomes deadly, and those who can withstand 100 blows are exceedingly rare.

At least in the history of Dayou, no one has ever survived 100 lashes.

Precisely for this reason, upon hearing 200 lashings, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites was scared witless.

Joking aside, he was a wily old fox, having clawed his way up from the bottom.

Thus, he knows the darkness of the officialdom better than anyone, and the punishments of the Royal Palace just as well.

He has also witnessed colleagues being beaten to death with lashes countless times.

Yet, no matter how he imagines, he never thought he would suffer such a punishment one day.

No matter how he pleaded and wailed, it was all in vain.

It seemed that the guard executing the sentence was afraid his noise would disturb the King, leading to their own punishment.

Who knows which scoundrel delivered a blow directly to his mouth.

With that blow, suddenly...

[To be continued...]