Great Zhou: Emperor Wu, I need to check your taxes.

The doors of Chang Le Casino were wide open, and the night wind swirled a few withered leaves around the threshold.

The gamblers had all run away, and Old Joe stood behind the pillar, his palms sweaty.

He glanced at his brothers behind him, then at the dozen or so men opposite him dressed in black robes with swords at their waists, and clenched his fists.

In the end, they still couldn't completely stop these guys, and things escalated into the open.

Moreover, the incident even escalated to the Chang Le Casino!

"Boss Qiao, the leader on the other side is the deputy captain of the action team from the magistrate's office, surnamed Ma. He's a tough guy." The plainclothes officer next to him said in a low voice, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Besides, we all know whose money this gambling den is. Are we really going to take action?"

"Shut up." Old Joe gritted his teeth, his eyes fixed on the people opposite him.

"If we don't move, they won't dare to make a move easily. It's a battle of attrition; whoever blinks first loses!"

Although he spoke tough, Old Joe was secretly suffering.

On one side is the mad dog of the magistrate's office, and on the other side is the gambling den with powerful connections. Being caught in the middle is more unbearable than drinking two catties of cheap liquor!

At the far end of the lobby, the atmosphere is even more tense.

Qian Si remained leaning against the counter, looking at Lin Yun with disdain, his contempt written all over his face.

"Lord Lin, please don't blame me for being disrespectful."

Qian Si pointed at the men in black with his little finger, which he had just used to trim his nails.

"See? You can't break this game today."

"If you know what's good for you, take that thousand strings of cash and get out of here. Maybe we can be friends in the future."

Lin Yun didn't speak, but just stared quietly at the fingernail with black dirt still under it.

He was recalling the contents of the book on manipulating hair.

"The breath flows from the dantian, and the will moves with the heart. Softness is as supple as silk wrapped around a finger, strength as forged in a hundred tempers..."

Lin Yun took a deep breath, and the domineering true energy within his body slowly flowed along his meridians to his fingertips.

The black hair in his arms seemed to sense the call, and the warmth instantly turned icy cold, slowly sliding down his sleeve.

"Manager Qian, let me teach you a lesson too." Lin Yun suddenly smiled, a smile so bright it was almost dazzling.

"Pointing at an official of the imperial court will result in having your hand chopped off."

"Chop off your hand? Hahahaha!" Qian Si seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and was about to say a few more sarcastic remarks.

However, before the laughter subsided, a sudden change occurred!

Lin Yun's wrist trembled very slightly.

No one could see what happened.

There wasn't even a sound of wind breaking in the air; only a very dim bluish light, almost blending into the candlelight, flashed and disappeared in front of the counter.

Lin Yun felt an extremely slight resistance at his fingertips, as if he were cutting a piece of soft tofu.

"Oh no!"

Lin Yun's heart skipped a beat.

That was in the booklet, which Shangguan Wan'er had repeatedly emphasized!

"The black hair is incredibly sharp; beginners must avoid using too much force!"

Her original intention was simply to use the silk thread to tie Qian Si's wrist, teach him a lesson, and take him hostage.

But just now, in order to show off that "master's demeanor," I used too much internal energy!

next moment.

pat.

A greasy hand, along with half of its forearm, landed neatly on the mahogany counter!

The break was as smooth as a mirror, and even the little finger was still pointing at someone!

Qian Si's smile froze.

He stared blankly at the hand on the counter, wondering whose hand it was. Why did it look so familiar?

Two full breaths passed.

puff--!

Blood gushed out like a fountain from his severed wrist, splattering the chips on the table and the jade thumb ring all over him!

"Ah—! My hand!!!"

A piercing scream instantly shattered the oppressive atmosphere of the gambling den!

Qian Si clutched his severed arm, writhing on the ground in agony, his entire body convulsing!

This scene was too fast, too ruthless, and too bloody!

Not only were the thugs dumbfounded, but even the henchmen of the magistrate's office were frozen in place!

Is this what civil officials are like?

Is this the good-for-nothing scholar from the Lin family?

This guy is even more ruthless than Lai Junchen! He's aiming to kill!

Lin Yun looked at the blood all over the ground, his eyes twitched slightly, and his stomach churned.

In the first real-world test, the "micro-management" was indeed a bit out of control.

But he forced a cold expression onto his face, and even flicked his sleeves in disgust.

"Violent resistance to law enforcement, attempting to assault an official." Lin Yun coldly uttered eight words.

"Should!"

Never back down, because if you back down, you're admitting defeat!

"You bastard!"

The lieutenant at the door finally reacted, drew his sword with a clang, and roared:

"To harm innocent civilians in broad daylight... no, to do so in public! Even an official of the imperial court is unacceptable!"

"Take him down! His life or death is irrelevant!"

Splash!

A dozen men in black rushed inside in an instant, their blades flashing coldly.

Seeing this, Old Joe knew it was all over. He had no choice but to fight now, and he was about to grit his teeth and rush over.

But, at this critical moment!

Lin Yun's heart was pounding. He didn't want to fight the Magistrate's Court to the death at this time, as that would only result in mutual destruction and might even get him involved.

Black hair can't be used; we need something else to put on a good show!

[Tianyan Check!]

hum!

This time, with his eyesight fully enhanced, a sharp pain shot through his mind, and Lin Yun's vision instantly transformed into a blue data stream world.

A flood of information rushed through me like a waterfall.

[Hidden compartment in the gambling table: 300 taels of silver...]

[Hidden compartment in the wall: Account book (forged)...]

[Below the floor: Entrance to a secret passage...]

Not enough! None of this is enough to make the Magistrate's Office stop!

Lin Yun's gaze swept frantically around the counter, finally settling on the wooden board at the bottom of the counter where Qian Si had just stood.

There was a small, locked metal box there.

[Subject to scan: Inside the metal box]

[Audit Subject: "Night Talks at Ganye Temple - Uncut Version"]

[Audit Result: Forbidden Book of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Contains indescribable details of an unspeakable encounter between a certain supreme ruler and a bald male favorite during the ruler's cultivation at Ganye Temple, involving numerous court secrets and diagrams of sexual positions...]

[Risk Assessment: SSSS! (Due to the extremely explosive content and its involvement with imperial dignity, the holder of this content is banned, and the reader's eyes will pop out.)]

Holy crap?!

Lin Yun almost choked.

This Qian Si is incredibly audacious! How dare he hide something so deadly?

And judging by the wear and tear on the pages, this guy has flipped through it quite a bit!

This is a nuclear weapon!

At this moment, the tip of Lieutenant Ma's knife was less than three feet away from Lin Yun's nose.

"Stop it, all of you!!!"

Lin Yun suddenly shouted, using his true energy, which made the entire hall buzz.

He kicked the wooden board under the counter with a flying kick, shattering it, and with lightning speed, grabbed the metal box.

With a surge of true energy, the lock snapped.

Lin Yun raised the yellowed book high, his eyes filled with a mad, suicidal glint.

"You magistrates, you dare touch me?!"

"Still talking tough even when you're about to die!" Lieutenant Ma sneered, his blade still swung.

"Can a tattered book save your life?"

"A tattered book?"

Lin Yun's lips curled into a strange smile as he loudly read a line of small print from the cover in front of everyone.

"In the first year of Yongchun, early spring. Behind Ganye Temple, the moonlight was alluring, and the monk took off his cassock..."