Dozens of provincial leaders and generals were present, their sharp gazes fixed on Zhang Sen.
Zhang Sen had never experienced such a situation before. He was overwhelmed with fear, immediately falling to the ground, tears and snot streaming down his face. He could barely speak.
"Dragon, Dragon Lord, I have made a grave mistake. Greed caused me to become blind. I am not a good person. Please spare my life. Spare me."
"We were wrong; please forgive us."
The previously arrogant and domineering leaders behind him all kneeled down simultaneously, crying and pleading for mercy.
"You have acted outrageously. In a time of national crisis, when lives are at stake, instead of serving the country, you, who hold high positions, have engaged in rampant corruption and embezzlement and even used your power to suppress patriotic compatriots. Your actions are simply unacceptable."
Guan Ping An's face darkened as he scolded Zhang Sen and the others. "From today onward, all your assets will be confiscated, and you will be suspended for investigation. Reflect on your actions!"
"Dragon Lord, are you satisfied with this outcome?" Guan Ping An cautiously asked
"Satisfied? These scums should be arrested and punished one by one.” A hot-tempered general with a stern expression cursed loudly, kicking Zhang Sen to the ground.
While they were fighting desperately on the frontlines, these scumbags were exploiting and squandering military supplies.
A bottle of penicillin or a bowl of rice could save the life of a frontline soldier!
How could they be forgiven?
"Please spare our lives, Dragon Lord, esteemed leaders, esteemed Marshals. We acknowledge our wrongdoings; we truly do."
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