I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Wei Jun stepped forward and said in a businesslike manner, "Manager Sun, Lord Zheng just took office today and came to the docks to familiarize himself with the environment."

Manager Sun nodded repeatedly, turned around and walked behind the counter, opened a drawer, and took out a small cloth bag.

He walked back to Zheng Yifei, handed him the cloth bag with both hands, and said with a smile, "Lord Zheng, you are new here. We will need your help to maintain order at the docks. This is just a small token of our congratulations on your new appointment. We hope you will not find it offensive."

Zheng Yifei glanced at the cloth bag, but instead of reaching out to take it, he tilted his head to the side.

Wei Jun immediately understood, stepped forward to take the cloth bag, weighed it in his hand, opened it and took a look. Inside were about forty or fifty gleaming gold coins.

For a large grain store, this amount of money is a drop in the ocean.

Wei Jun looked at Zheng Yifei, wanting to see the official's reaction.

"Shopkeeper Sun, you're too kind. Since you're doing business in Liuhua County, as long as you follow the rules, the county government will naturally protect you."

Zheng Yifei remained calm and composed, as if he didn't care about the money at all: "We have official business to attend to, so we won't disturb Manager Sun's business."

After saying that, Zheng Yifei turned and left.

He had thought the new constable was some powerful figure, but it turned out he was just going through the motions and getting by. He was easily dismissed with this little bit of money. It seemed that from now on, the docks would still be run by these merchants and gangs.

Over the next hour, Wei Jun led Zheng Yifei to visit all the major merchants, inns, and restaurants along the dock.

The situation was basically the same. The shopkeepers or managers of these merchants were polite to Zheng Yifei on the surface, addressing him as "Sir" repeatedly, but behind his back, they were just being perfunctory.

At each stop, the other party would hand over a small cloth bag containing dozens of gold coins, ostensibly as a congratulatory gift.

Zheng Yifei remained calm and collected throughout. No matter how much the other party offered, he accepted it all and let Wei Jun take it, without uttering a single unnecessary word.

The four Foundation Establishment stage yamen runners following behind looked at each other in bewilderment.

They were terrified by Zheng Yifei's murderous aura in the public room, thinking that following this magistrate to the docks would surely lead to a bloody battle.

After walking around, all he got was a bunch of loose gold coins; nothing else happened.

This official seemed even more approachable than the former head constable.

Wei Jun was also feeling uneasy.

He couldn't figure out Zheng Yifei's methods. If Zheng Yifei was a greedy and easy target, how could he explain the cultivation and murderous aura he displayed in the public housing?

If he is a ruthless person who wants to do great things, then his current attitude of swallowing insults and leaving after taking a small amount of money is really puzzling.

"Sir, most of the major merchants at the docks have already left."

Wei Jun, carrying a heavy satchel full of gold coins, approached Zheng Yifei and asked, "Where do we go next?"

Zheng Yifei stopped and looked up at the sky. The sun was already setting, but the noise on the dock was still as loud as ever.

"Now that the merchants have left, it's time to pay a visit to the local bigwigs at the docks. Wei Jun, who here has the biggest entourage and who shows the least respect for the county government?"

Wei Jun's heart skipped a beat; he knew the real show was about to begin.

He hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Your Excellency, the most extravagant group is the Grand Canal Gang. They control the waterways, have money and boats, and their headquarters are located in the very heart of the cargo terminal, built even more impressively than our county government office. Moreover..."

"And what?"

"Moreover, the people of the canal gang have always been arrogant. When we came to collect peace money in the past, they never paid according to the rules. If they were happy, they would give us a few silver coins to get rid of us. If they were unhappy, they wouldn't even let us in the door."

When the former head constable was in charge, he went to negotiate with the canal gang several times, but each time he was rebuffed.

"Alright, let's go to the Grand Canal Gang then."

Without the slightest hesitation, Zheng Yifei strode forward.

As Wei Jun had said, the headquarters of the Canal Gang was indeed magnificent.

This is a vast compound with its vermilion gate wide open. Two imposing white marble lions stand guard at the entrance, and the two large characters "Caobang" on the gate plaque are written in a flamboyant style, exuding an air of arrogance.

On either side of the gate stood eight gang members dressed in light blue outfits, each with the cultivation level of late-stage Qi Refining. They wore Water-Splitting Spikes at their waists and warily observed the passersby.

Zheng Yifei and his group of six walked to the main gate.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

A gang leader stepped forward and stopped them. Although he saw their official robes, his tone showed no respect, but rather a condescending questioning.

Wei Jun stepped forward, his face grim, and said, "Are you blind? Can't you see he's an officer from the police station? This is the newly appointed Constable Zheng, who has come specifically to pay a visit to the head of your canal gang. Hurry up and go inside to announce his arrival!"

The gang leader sized Zheng Yifei up and down, then sneered, "So you're the new head constable. What a coincidence, our gang leader is out of town on business today and isn't at the headquarters."

"Gentlemen, please return. Once the gang leader returns, he will naturally send someone to the county office to pay his respects to the magistrate."

This is just a perfunctory excuse.

Just as Wei Jun was about to retaliate, Zheng Yifei raised his hand and stopped him.

Zheng Yifei ignored the gang member and strode towards the gate.

"Hey! Can't you understand human language? I told you the gang leader isn't here, you can't come in!"

When the leader of the gang saw Zheng Yifei forcing his way in, his face darkened, and he reached out to push Zheng Yifei's shoulder.

Just as his hand was about to touch Zheng Yifei's clothes.

"roll."

Zheng Yifei's lips moved slightly, and he uttered a single word.

Without using any magic or drawing his sword, a powerful surge of spiritual energy suddenly erupted from his body.

He precisely controlled this fluctuation at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, but the sense of weight and pressure it contained far exceeded that of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators.

"Bang!"

The gang leader seemed to have been struck in the chest by an invisible hammer. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the screen wall inside the gate. He spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately lost consciousness.

The remaining seven gang members were terrified and drew their Water-Splitting Thorns from their waists. However, faced with the Nascent Soul aura emanating from Zheng Yifei, their legs went weak and they dared not take a step forward. They could only watch helplessly as Zheng Yifei crossed the threshold and entered the courtyard.

Wei Jun and his four men exchanged glances and quickly followed him inside.

Wei Jun secretly groaned. This guy really had a fiery temper. He would resort to violence at the slightest disagreement. This time, he had completely broken ties with the Canal Gang.

The Cao Gang compound was very spacious. In the center of the courtyard were several huge weapon racks, and dozens of gang members were practicing. Hearing the commotion at the entrance, these people immediately stopped, grabbed their weapons, and surrounded Zheng Yifei and his group.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Who dares to cause trouble for the canal gang!"

With a shout, a middle-aged man wearing a silk robe and sporting a goatee walked out from the inner hall.

This person had a sinister face, sharp eyes, and exuded the spiritual energy fluctuations of the early Golden Core stage.

Wei Jun whispered in Zheng Yifei's ear, "Sir, this man is called Ma San. He is an external affairs manager of the canal gang. He is usually responsible for dealing with the county government."

Ma San walked to the front of the crowd, looked at the gatekeepers who were lying on the ground vomiting blood, and then looked at Zheng Yifei standing in the center of the courtyard. His face was so gloomy that it looked like it was about to drip water.

"Who do we have here? It's just a constable from the county government."

Ma San gave a forced smile and bowed slightly, without even bending his waist. "This must be the new head constable, right? Sir, you have quite the airs of an official. On your very first day in office, you come here to beat people up in our canal gang."

"What? Does the magistrate think our canal gang doesn't pay enough taxes and is looking for an excuse to shut down our branch?"

Ma San's words were barbed, and he directly invoked the county magistrate's name to intimidate people.

In the past, which of those constables at the Golden Core stage didn't treat him with utmost respect?

This newcomer is arrogant and ignorant, and he injured the members of the canal gang. If we don't give him an explanation today, he will definitely not leave this house alive.