The chilling wind rolled up the gravel and slapped it on the wooden pillars of the temporary execution platform, making a mournful "wuwu" cry. Ye Wen wore a black inspector's uniform, and the silver inspection order glowed coldly on his collar, making his already angular face even more gloomy. He stood under the execution platform, holding a corruption file that had just been verified between his fingertips. He glanced at the seven officials kneeling on the platform. There was no warmth in his eyes, like a knife tempered with ice.
