I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Zheng Yifei looked at Ma San with a calm expression, as if he were looking at a dead man.

He didn't respond to Ma San's question, but instead asked calmly, "So you're the manager of the canal gang?"

"I am Ma San, the foreign affairs manager of the shipping guild."

Ma San proudly raised his head, "What advice does the constable have for me...?"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Zheng Yifei suddenly took a step forward.

"boom!"

This time, Zheng Yifei held nothing back. Although he still suppressed his cultivation to the early Nascent Soul stage, he unleashed the substantial killing intent he had honed amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the Southern Wilderness without reservation.

This murderous aura, mixed with the spiritual pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator, was like Mount Tai pressing down, directly targeting Ma San.

The Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stage members around them felt the air suddenly turn icy cold, making it difficult to breathe, and they involuntarily took a few steps back.

Ma San, who was at the center of the oppressive atmosphere, felt completely different.

He felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as if an invisible mountain had crashed down on his shoulders.

The golden core within his body was instantly suppressed and forced to stop functioning by this terrifying power, and his spiritual energy completely stagnated. His bones creaked under the strain, and his legs trembled violently uncontrollably.

"thump!"

Unable to withstand the oppressive force, Ma San's knees buckled, and he knelt heavily on the bluestone slab. The sound of his kneecaps shattering could be clearly heard in the quiet courtyard.

"ah--"

Ma San let out a piercing scream, his entire body instantly drenched in cold sweat.

He looked up in terror at Zheng Yifei, who was looking down at him. The arrogance and contempt in his eyes had completely vanished, replaced by endless fear.

Nascent Soul Stage!

This new constable is actually a Nascent Soul stage cultivator!

Ma San's mind was buzzing.

The head constable of Liuhua County Police Station has always been a Golden Core cultivator. When did a Nascent Soul cultivator suddenly appear?

In the Eastern Divine Continent, the difference in cultivation level is an insurmountable chasm. For a cultivator at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, killing a cultivator at the early stage of the Golden Core realm is easier than crushing a chicken.

What's even more terrifying is that this constable exudes an overwhelming murderous aura. He's definitely not the kind of bureaucrat who just loafs around in the yamen; he's a truly ruthless character who kills without batting an eye!

"Who do you think you are, to stand here and talk to me like that?"

Zheng Yifei looked at Ma San, who was kneeling on the ground trembling, and said in a cold voice devoid of any warmth, "I am here today on behalf of the Liuhua County government. Since you can't make the decision, let the person who can speak for you come out and see me."

Ma San was convulsing in pain, too terrified to utter a single word. He desperately yelled at the gang members who were already frozen in shock, "What are you all standing there for! Quick... quick, go to the back hall and fetch the deputy gang leader!"

The gang members snapped out of their daze and scrambled to the back room.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Dozens of armed members of the Canal Gang faced a police team of only six men, yet not a single one dared to step forward.

Wei Jun and his four men stood behind Zheng Yifei, feeling their blood boiling.

After enduring so much humiliation at the docks for so many years, they finally got their revenge today. Seeing the usually arrogant canal gang leader kneeling on the ground like a dog, their awe of Zheng Yifei deepened even further.

Before half a cup of tea could be brewed, a series of hurried footsteps came from the back room.

A burly, bald man with a face full of scars strode out.

He was dressed in a black short-sleeved outfit, his bare arms covered in knife scars, and his body emanated the spiritual energy fluctuations of the early Nascent Soul stage.

This man was none other than Lei Hu, the deputy leader of the Canal Gang.

As soon as Lei Hu came out, he saw Ma San kneeling on the ground screaming in agony, and Zheng Yifei standing in the center of the courtyard with his hands behind his back. He felt the lingering pressure of the Nascent Soul stage and the chilling killing intent emanating from Zheng Yifei, and his expression immediately changed.

He was a seasoned veteran, and he could tell at a glance that although Zheng Yifei appeared to be only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, his aura and foundation were far beyond what ordinary cultivators of the same level could match. If they really started fighting, he, as the deputy leader, might not come out on top.

Moreover, the other party was wearing official robes, representing the face of the county government.

Lei Hu's mind worked quickly; he immediately put on a hearty smile and strode forward to meet him.

"Oh my! It's the esteemed Constable! I'm so sorry for not greeting you properly!"

Lei Hu walked up to Zheng Yifei, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply, displaying an extremely humble attitude.

Wei Jun stepped forward and introduced Zheng Yifei.

Lei Hu kicked Ma Shan: "Ma San, you blind fool! Lord Zheng is a new official and he came to inspect our canal gang. That's giving us face! You didn't treat him well and even dared to make him angry?"

"Guards, drag this disgraceful creature away and deal with him according to gang rules!"

Two gang members immediately came up and dragged Ma San away like a dead dog.

Lei Hu turned his head and smiled apologetically at Zheng Yifei again: "Lord Zheng, my men were ignorant of the rules and offended you. I apologize to you here. Please come in, sir. I have already had some of the finest spiritual tea prepared."

Looking at Lei Hu's arrogant yet obsequious face, Zheng Yifei sneered inwardly. These gang members are indeed like dogs; they won't follow you when you lead them, and they'll back down when you beat them. As long as your fists are strong enough, they know the rules better than anyone else.

"No need for tea. I'm just here on official business. I heard from Deputy Constable Wei that the canal gang is a large and powerful organization that usually supports the county government's work. I just took office, so I came to check on things."

Lei Hu cursed Ma San inwardly, calling him a good-for-nothing. Of all people to mess with, he had to mess with such a jinx.

He understood the implication in Zheng Yifei's words: this person had come to ask for money.

In the past, the Canal Gang could easily deal with those Golden Core stage constables, but now, facing a Nascent Soul stage constable with unfathomable strength, any further perfunctory behavior would be tantamount to courting death.

Lei Hu gritted his teeth, took out an exquisite sandalwood box from his storage ring, and respectfully handed it to Zheng Yifei with both hands.

"This is a small token of our appreciation from the canal gang to welcome Lord Zheng to his new post. We hope you will continue to look after us in matters at the docks. As for this month's allowance, I, Lei, will personally send someone to deliver it to the police station first thing tomorrow morning."

Zheng Yifei glanced at the wooden box.

Wei Jun immediately stepped forward, took the wooden box, and gently opened it a crack.

Suddenly, an extremely pure spiritual energy overflowed from the box, and Wei Jun's eyes widened abruptly, causing him to gasp in shock.

Inside the box, five crystal-clear spirit stones were neatly arranged. These were not ordinary low-grade spirit stones, but mid-grade spirit stones!

In places like Liuhua County, although there are quite a few mid-grade spirit stones, they are concentrated in the hands of large families and merchants, and ordinary people cannot come into contact with them.

Five mid-grade spirit stones, quite valuable.

Zheng Yifei nodded in satisfaction, his tone finally softening: "Vice Chief Lei, you're too kind. Since the Canal Gang is so well-mannered, then we're friends from now on. As long as you don't cause any murders or legal troubles at this dock, the county government naturally won't make things difficult for you."

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

Lei Hu thanked him repeatedly, a thin layer of sweat already seeping from his forehead.

"Let's go."

Zheng Yifei didn't waste any more words. He turned around and led his men out of the gate of the Canal Gang.