Starting on Death Row, I Rely on Black Powder to Kill Through Chang'an

[Transform into the orphan of a general, start at the execution ground] The knife has been raised, and the executioner is grinning. Lin Fan touched the account book in his arms - it contained irrefutable evidence that the prince was reselling arms and colluding with the generals. "Cut it," he smiled. "After this chop, tomorrow the account book will be posted all over Chang'an City." The executioner was stunned. The supervisor was panicked. The hands of the 300 dead soldiers in the dark were shaking as they held the swords. The night he escaped from the prison, the daughter of the richest man in Jiangnan blocked him: "Your father saved my whole family. Now, it's my turn to pay him back." She gave him money, gave to others, and gave him a way to survive. But Lin Fan wants more than just a way to survive—— He wanted the prince to kneel in front of his father's grave and say in person: "I was wrong." I have the black powder in my hand, and I have it in the world. It only took him three years to defeat Chang'an from Jianghu Camp