Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

Caishikou was surrounded by layers of people.

More than twenty officials were beheaded on the same day. The last time such a "grand occasion" occurred was when Prince Su had just arrived in Beian City.

With a large crowd on the streets, the patrol guards had to request assistance from the Suwei Army to dispatch manpower to maintain order.

The teahouses, restaurants, and even the rooftops of some residential houses on both sides of the market were already packed with people.

"The public still lacks entertainment options; what's so interesting about beheadings?"

Qin Ning frowned as she looked at the crowd in front of her and handed the wheelchair to Wang Bian beside her.

"Take good care of your older brother, I'll go clear a way for you."

He had this wheelchair made by Louis Koo as a temporary measure; the prosthetic limbs that follow are already in production.

"Sir, leave this small matter to me..." Wang Bian said, looking at the tightly packed crowd.

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Ning interrupted him: "Your face won't work; you'll have to rely on mine."

Indeed, the reason why Qin Ning's bad reputation spread so quickly was also related to his handsome appearance, which was so striking that it inspired envy.

It's so easily recognizable that it spreads very quickly.

Qin Ning stepped forward and patted the shoulder of the man on the outermost edge. He didn't say anything, but just had a kind smile on his face. Then he heard the man say...

"What are you filming for? I'm not going to squeeze in... You, you, you, you're one of those evil... uh, sir!"

Within three short breaths, the man's face displayed several expressions, including impatience, anger, astonishment, fear, and extreme dread.

At his shout, everyone around him immediately turned around.

Immediately afterwards, the crowded people parted to create a wide path, and gasps and whispers replaced the previous noise.

It's a real shame my brother didn't become an actor... I guess this is one of the advantages of having a bad reputation...

Qin Ning suppressed the twitching of her lips, turned around and pushed Wang Da, leading Wang Bian, enjoying the fearful or curious gazes on both sides, and walked unimpeded directly to the execution platform.

The twenty-odd people on the stage had disheveled hair and gaunt faces, showing no trace of their former domineering nature.

Perhaps because there were too many people, the prisoners awaiting execution were lined up in two rows, and each prisoner was assigned four executioners.

Qin Ning's appearance not only caused a stir among the onlookers, but also naturally attracted the attention of the people on the execution platform.

Unlike ordinary executions in the autumn, this one involved two people sitting behind the chief official in charge of supervising the execution.

Crown Prince Li Qingyan, and a middle-aged official wearing a scarlet court robe with a golden pheasant embroidered on his badge, with a thin face and reserved eyes.

"Sir, that is Governor Zhang," Wang Bian stepped forward and whispered a reminder.

Qin Ning looked up and their eyes met. The two stared at each other for a moment before the governor looked away.

The person who killed him was even made to come and watch. Prince Su's show of force this time was quite impressive... Qin Ning pondered to himself, while secretly becoming more wary.

Although he was technically the aggrieved party this time, he had also seriously offended Governor Zhang. Even with his status as a member of the Imperial Guard, he still had to be wary of the other party secretly plotting something.

It was noon, and the four executioners, carrying their executioner's swords, their foreheads glistening with oil from the sun, each drank a bowl of strong liquor before beginning the execution.

For a time, cries of agony filled the air, especially after the first prisoner's head was chopped off. Some of the remaining prisoners cried out that they were innocent, while others were so frightened that they soiled themselves.

Even more extreme, some directly called out the names of Governor Zhang and Prince Su.

However, this chaos did not last long. The four executioners were clearly experienced veterans. In just over ten breaths, they sent all twenty-odd people to meet the King of Hell.

Qin Ning's cold gaze swept across the execution platform. Just as he was about to turn and leave, a commotion suddenly broke out in the surrounding crowd.

Several ragged people, holding shiny white steamed buns, rushed to the edge of the platform to dip them into the still steaming black blood.

"Sir, there is a seriously ill person in their family. There is a folk remedy that says the patient will get better after eating this blood bun."

Wang Bian, fearing Qin Ning wouldn't understand, explained softly, glancing down at Wang Da sitting in the wheelchair: "When we were little, my fourth brother and I were seriously ill, and my eldest brother gave us these blood buns."

Wang Da looked dazed for a moment, then came to his senses and said, "Third brother, why are you bringing this up again after all this time?" As he spoke, he tried to turn around, quickly explaining, "Lord Qin, Wang Bian, he..."

Qin Ning patted the other man's shoulder and interrupted him directly, saying, "Working by my side, you don't need to worry so much." After saying that, he glanced at his left hand, which was missing its little finger, and said with certainty, "Don't worry, one day, I will definitely make you stand up again."

Wang and Bian thought he was referring to the mechanical leg, and quickly thanked him.

Qin Ning didn't pay attention or explain. He had just witnessed what happened, and now a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

It seems there's a solution for the public relations issue...

"Wang Bian, go and find out the address of these blood buns, and deliver them to my clinic later."

Wang Bian: "Yes, sir."

"I'll pay you overtime."

"Your Excellency is wise!"

......

Enjoying the unimpeded access that fame brought, Qin Ning escorted Wang Da home.

Afterwards, he changed into casual clothes, put the little black cat in his arms, and left the Sichen Guard's garrison through the secret passage underneath.

There was no way around it; the fact that Lord Qin of the Sichen Guard liked to carry a black cat with him had spread throughout Bei'an City.

It is said that this has affected the recent price of black cats in the city.

After buying a straw hat from a street vendor to cover his face, Qin Ning silently activated the Bagua compass and arrived at the entrance of a martial arts school in the north of the city.

This is where the little monster he sensed when he entered the city was located.

After silently circling the martial arts school and confirming that Little Fierce was still inside, Qin Ning returned to the main entrance of the school.

Tiger Roar Martial Arts School

Several large, gilded characters are written on a dark brown plaque. The characters are bold and powerful, which is quite in line with the domineering atmosphere of the martial arts school.

More than half a month has passed in the blink of an eye, it really feels like a lifetime ago... Recalling the scene when he first entered the city, Qin Ning was a little emotional.

He lightly lifted his robe and stepped over the threshold of the martial arts hall. Before he had taken more than a few steps, he heard rhythmic shouts coming from inside, as if someone was practicing boxing.

"What do you do?"

As soon as Qin Ning rounded the screen wall, someone spotted him and came over, shouting angrily.

"Come and become my apprentice to learn martial arts."

Qin Ning answered softly, sizing up the people behind the screen wall. They all had bulging muscles, like trained martial artists. But their steps were unsteady, clearly indicating they hadn't yet reached the next level.

"Want to become a disciple and learn martial arts? The tuition at our Tiger Roar Martial Arts School isn't cheap." The person who asked the question sized up Qin Ning with a raised eyebrow, slightly displeased with his behavior of not removing his straw hat while speaking, hence his less-than-polite tone.

"I am well aware of the saying, 'The poor study literature, the rich study martial arts.'"

"Eighth Brother, take this person to see Senior Brother Zhang of the inner sect, and tell him that I introduced him."