I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Zheng Yifei walked behind his desk, sat down with an air of authority, and slammed his goose-feather saber heavily on the table. He closed his eyes and waited quietly.

A moment later, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

Five men dressed as yamen runners entered the government office.

The four people walking in front were all young people in their twenties, and all of them were at the Foundation Establishment stage.

They looked at Zheng Yifei, who was far too young, sitting behind his desk, their eyes filled with curiosity, doubt, and a hint of disdain.

After all, in the world of cultivation, age often represents cultivation level and seniority.

Walking at the very back was a robust man in his thirties.

He wore a deputy constable's uniform that differed slightly from that of ordinary yamen runners; he had dark skin and sharp eyes. This man was named Wei Jun, and he was at the early stage of the Golden Core realm.

As soon as Wei Jun entered, his gaze was fixed on Zheng Yifei's face, his eyes flashing with undisguised hostility and resentment.

According to the seniority and rules of the police station, this position should have been his after the previous head constable resigned.

To secure this position, he not only worked tirelessly but also nearly emptied his savings to give Wan Chongshan a considerable amount of lavish gifts.

Just when the appointment was about to be finalized, an outsider was suddenly parachuted in today and snatched his position.

How could he possibly swallow this insult?

"I have met Officer Zheng."

Wei Jun stopped, crossed his arms, and nodded slightly without even bending over. His tone was as stiff as a stone.

Seeing the deputy constable's attitude, the other four Foundation Establishment stage yamen runners exchanged glances and then followed suit with a perfunctory and half-hearted bow.

The atmosphere in the public housing instantly became somewhat awkward. This was a clear show of force.

Zheng Yifei remained seated, not even lifting his eyelids. He neither rose to return the greeting nor uttered a word. He simply and leisurely picked up the long-cooled teacup on the table, gently blew on the floating tea leaves, and took a small sip.

Time passed by, and the apartment was deathly silent, with only the faint breathing of a few people audible.

He intended to provoke the young man with this attitude, and then take the opportunity to probe his background. If the young man was a pushover, he would have plenty of ways to sideline him and leave him as a figurehead.

"Lord Zheng, if there are no further instructions, our brothers still need to patrol the streets, so we won't keep you here any longer."

Wei Jun sneered and turned to leave.

Just as he turned around...

"Bang!"

Zheng Yifei slammed the teacup in his hand heavily onto the table, splashing tea everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely terrifying pressure, like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting, burst forth from Zheng Yifei's body and instantly enveloped the entire small apartment.

This was not only the spiritual pressure of the early Nascent Soul stage, but also the substantial killing intent that Zheng Yifei had honed through countless battles in the Southern Wilderness! This killing intent was cold and violent, as if one were in a hellish realm.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The four Foundation Establishment stage yamen runners didn't even have time to react. They felt their legs go weak, as if a mountain was pressing down on their shoulders, and they all knelt down on the blue brick floor.

Their faces were ashen, their bodies trembling violently, their mouths agape as they gasped for breath, feeling as if all the air around them had been sucked away.

Wei Jun was the first to be hit. He felt as if an invisible hammer had struck his chest, and the golden core within his body instantly stopped functioning, his spiritual power completely sealed off.

His eyes were wide open, his teeth were clenched tightly, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, as he tried to hold on and not kneel down.

But faced with that overwhelming force, his bones creaked under the strain.

"Bang!"

Wei Jun's legs finally lost control and crashed heavily to the ground, cracking a blue brick. Cold sweat instantly soaked his back. He looked up, terrified, at the young man sitting behind the table.

He originally thought that this guy who got in through connections was at most a Golden Core cultivator, but he didn't expect him to be a Nascent Soul stage expert!

Moreover, this palpable killing intent is something that only young masters raised in the greenhouse of their families could possess. This is a ruthless character who has killed countless people and truly crawled out of piles of corpses!

"What's your name?"

Zheng Yifei leaned back in his chair, looking down at Wei Jun. His voice was calm and even, but it carried a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

"This humble... this humble officer... is from the Wei army."

Wei Jun managed to squeeze out a few words through clenched teeth, his teeth chattering. The hostility in his eyes had been completely replaced by boundless fear.

In the world of cultivation, strength is the rule. For a Nascent Soul cultivator, crushing a Golden Core cultivator is easier than crushing an ant.

"Wei army."

Zheng Yifei stood up and slowly walked to him, his black official boots stopping in front of Wei Jun.

"I don't care what your seniority was in the police station, what grievances you have, or what powerful backers you have."

Zheng Yifei's voice echoed in the office, each word like a knife: "Since the magistrate has appointed me to this position, then I shall be in charge of this room."

"There's only one rule when you work under me—obedience. If I tell you to go east, you can't go west; if I tell you to arrest someone, you can't hesitate. Anyone who dares to disobey me or pull any dirty tricks behind my back will suffer a terrible fate. Do you understand?"

"I...I understand! This subordinate knows his mistake! From now on, this subordinate will follow your lead without hesitation, even at the cost of his life!"

Wei Jun was completely devastated. He kowtowed deeply to the ground, loudly proclaiming his loyalty.

The other four constables were so frightened that they kowtowed repeatedly, not daring to breathe.

"very good."

With a thought, Zheng Yifei felt the terrifying pressure recede like a tide.

The air in the apartment circulated again. The five people breathed a sigh of relief, greedily inhaling the air as if they had just escaped death.

"Get up, everyone."

Zheng Yifei walked back to his desk and sat down, his tone returning to its usual calm: "As long as you do your job diligently, I'll make sure you get the lion's share, but if anyone dares to mess things up for me, don't blame me for turning my back on them."

The essence of managing subordinates lies in combining kindness and severity. Constant suppression will only alienate people, while a combination of punishment and reward will win their loyalty.

"Thank you for your magnanimity!"

Wei Jun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and stood up tremblingly. He was now completely convinced of Zheng Yifei's abilities, not only because of his cultivation level, but also because of his decisive and ruthless methods.

"Wei Jun, you're a veteran here. Tell me about the situation in the area that Chief Constable Wan assigned to us."

Zheng Yifei pointed to the map on the wall.