How come I'm invincible?

Chapter 34 If he doesn't take it, and you don't take it, how can I take it?
A dark and windy night is often described as a night for murder.

street.

"Are you feeling unwell? Why are you shaking so badly?" Lin Fan noticed that Yang Ming was trembling all over. He had been like this since leaving the restaurant. Could he have been poisoned?

"I didn't feel uncomfortable, just excited shaking, which I found stimulating."

Since becoming a constable, he had been catching petty thieves, just like his master. But recently, the difficulty level has skyrocketed. He has caught murderers, faced a group of knife-wielding men, and now he is even following a leader of the Loyalty Hall.

This guy is a big shot.

I never even considered it.

He knew it was Brother Lin who had led him down this exciting path.

Song Qing lowered his voice and asked, "Are we really going to take action against He Sen?"

“Yes, He Sen is going to prey on innocent girls, fourteen-year-old girls. How can we tolerate such beastly behavior? I won’t be able to sleep tonight until we take him down,” Lin Fan said.

Song Qing was unaware of this at first, but Qin Si, who seemed drunk just now, said those words seemingly unintentionally but intentionally, which was a direct attack on He Sen.

"They are truly worse than beasts."

Yang Ming clenched his fists. Although he was very nervous, he was already prepared to show his skills.

Lin Fan said, "Squad leader, do you think it would count as a merit if we captured He Sen?"

Hear this.

Song Qing fell silent.

Credit?

He did consider it, but he knew that once He Sen was captured, a storm would follow, and the primary target of this storm would be Lin Fan.

Lin Fan saw that the squad leader didn't speak and knew he was worried.

"Chief, I've loved standing up for the weak since I was a child. I can't stand seeing the most wicked and evil people doing evil and running rampant. So my goal and ideal is to join the police force, become a constable, and sweep away the evil spirits in the world."

His words were spoken with such righteous indignation.

Not a single sentence mentions my desire to improve.

But every sentence revolves around the core idea that I want credit.

"Brother Lin, you're right, that's what I think too." Yang Ming nodded in agreement.

"You can see it."

Of course, that's obvious.

Yang Ming comes from such a wealthy family. Although it's not often mentioned, everyone knows he's rolling in money. He's a rich kid who would rather give up a good life than work as a constable in the local government. Only a decent person would do something like this if they didn't have some lofty ideals.

Looking at the two guys singing in unison, Song Bantou sighed inwardly.

"After taking down He Sen, are you really prepared for the storm?" Song Qing asked.

Lin Fan laughed and said, "If I were afraid, I would be home by now."

Looking at Lin Fan beside him, Song Qing felt his calm blood begin to surge. "Alright, since that's the case, I'll fight alongside you."

If Lin Fan is just like his disciple.

Have ideals, but lack the ability.

He would definitely speak up to stop them. What are you going to use to arrest them? What are you going to use to weather the storm that will follow?
But now he sees three fearless qualities in Lin Fan.

1: Terrifying strength.

2: Terrifying strength.

3: Terrifying strength.

Indispensable.

"One silver note per person."

Yang Ming refused, saying his family was wealthy and didn't need such things. Song Qing, on the other hand, refused to accept them, scoffing at these banknotes stained with the blood of innocent people.

“Boss, if he doesn’t take it, and you don’t take it, how can I take it? Honesty is good, it’s being able to resist all kinds of temptations, but being rigid won’t work. How can you deal with these guys if you’re not a bit more cunning than them?”

"I'll take it. From now on, we're in the same boat."

Again.

He never enjoys the fruits of others' labor alone.

"Brother Lin, I've taken it. I need to board the ship." Yang Ming felt that Brother Lin's words made a lot of sense. Although he didn't lack money, this wasn't money, but a ticket to board the ship. "You don't need to take it. You're already on the ship."

"Oh."

Lin Fan put the silver notes in his pocket, leaving only one silver note to hand to Song Qing.

Song Qing stared at the silver notes in front of him with a complicated expression, remaining unmoved for a moment. Yang Ming urged from the side, "Master, put them away and get on the ship. Brother Lin's ship has sailed out and there's no turning back."

Looking at Lin Fan's expectant gaze and the disciples' urging expressions.

Song Qing took the silver notes and put them in his pocket. For some reason, he suddenly felt his chest become hot and secure. He had never had so much silver in his life.

Lin Fan smiled with satisfaction.

Yang Ming had inadvertently mentioned Song Qing's situation to him. Despite being a head of the security bureau, Song Qing's life wasn't easy. He wasn't greedy, didn't accept bribes, and was still targeted by people everywhere.

There are two children, three elderly people, and my wife in the family. Every day when I open my eyes, there are six mouths waiting to be fed.

The pressure is extremely great.

……

Slum area.

A simple fence, a simple house.

inside the house.

A dim pine oil lamp was placed on the table. The wick had been trimmed again and again, but it still emitted only a halo the size of a soybean, barely illuminating a small space around the old wooden table.

A family of three sat around a wooden table.

A dark-skinned middle-aged man sat on a low stool, his back slightly hunched, his rough, calloused hands holding a bowl as he drank porridge.

The graceful young girl ate her meal while looking at the handwritten book placed beside her bowl.

An ordinary woman was mending an old garment under the lamp, the needle and thread moving nimbly between her fingers. Seeing her daughter watching intently, she pushed the oil lamp a little closer.

"Daughter, when Dad gets his wages tomorrow, I'll buy you books. You won't have to beg people to lend you books to copy anymore." The man smiled, thinking of something happy, his wrinkles crinkling at the corners of his eyes, but he couldn't hide his joy.

No normal family would want to waste money buying books for their daughter.

After all, it's pointless to read it, since you can't participate in the imperial examinations anyway.

"Dad, no need. Copying books is fine enough, and it helps me practice my calligraphy." The girl felt sorry for her father's hard work and didn't want to waste money.

"It's alright. Father's wages this month are fifty coins more than usual. We have to thank Master Lin for his consideration."

The man was a porter at the Jili Wharf.

Although every day is hard, there is still hope for the future.

The foreman in charge of them said that when Master Lin saw how hard they were working, he suggested to Master Wang that they raise their wages, which seemed unbelievable to him.

Although it was Master Wang who made the final decision, all the porters were grateful to Master Lin.

"Father, Master Lin is such a good man." The girl had always heard her father mention Master Lin's deeds and was very curious, always wanting to meet this hero-like Master Lin.

Or rather, which young girl doesn't dream of love and fantasize about her own hero or idol?

"That's for sure. Everyone at Jili Wharf gives Master Lin a thumbs up. I've also heard that Master Lin joined the Public Security Bureau, became a constable, and even arrested a bunch of local thugs."

The man put down his bowl, his words trembling with excitement, pride, and smugness.

The woman stopped her needlework and continued, "I also heard about what happened during the day. The people in the market all say that Lord Lin is a just and upright official. Now that we have a constable like Lord Lin who is truly willing to do practical work, we common folk will be much better off in the future..."

boom!
The words were not finished.

The wooden door, which was already patched up, was violently kicked open from the outside.

The warm atmosphere inside the room froze instantly.

Three pairs of terrified eyes turned toward the doorway.

Under the pitch-black night, a tall figure blocked the doorway. His body was hidden in the darkness outside the door, with only his head peeking in. The light from the oil lamp illuminated half of his face, and the corners of his mouth were stretched up in an exaggerated, twisted, and ferocious smile.

He Sen's gaze swept greedily over the girl's body. As he looked at the girl who was trembling slightly with fear, his eyes flashed with a green light like that of a hungry wolf, filled with undisguised possessiveness and lewdness.

"She's really young..."

"I like it as soon as I see it."

"It really stirred my heart."

(End of this chapter)