I run a casino in the immortal realm.

The news of Zheng Yifei establishing his authority at the Shunfeng Wharf spread throughout the underground forces of Liuhua County in just one night.

Everyone knew that a formidable newcomer had arrived at the police station, whose cultivation was unfathomable and whose methods were extremely ruthless.

But to everyone's surprise, after showing his fangs, the newly appointed Constable Zheng did not take the opportunity to increase the monthly allowance or crack down on the gangs at the docks. Instead, he unexpectedly became quiet.

At the routine meeting early the next morning, Zheng Yifei sat in the armchair in the office, looked at Wei Jun and the other four people standing straight below, and set the rules.

"Starting today, street patrols within the jurisdiction will continue as usual."

Zheng Yifei held his teacup, his tone as indifferent as if he were talking about something trivial: "Fengming Street, Yiyuan Street, and Shunfeng Wharf, they're managed the same way they were before, and they're managed the same way now."

Disputes between shops, frictions between gangs—as long as no one dies or blood is spilled in the street, you should turn a blind eye and try to smooth things over.

If we let this go unchecked now, I'm afraid they'll revert to their old ways in a few days and start ignoring us.

Zheng Yifei blew away the foam on the surface of his tea, took a sip, and his gaze fell on Wei Jun: "Hold them in your hands? What are you going to do with them? Are you going to worry about who stole whose territory or who overcharged whose protection money every day?"

He put down his teacup, his voice turning colder: "Wei Jun, remember this, we wear these clothes to make things easier for ourselves, not to act as upright officials in Liuhua County."

This city is a complex web of powerful and influential families, with three major clans and various influential figures, each with a powerful backer.

What good will it do us to muddy the waters?

Zheng Yifei had spent decades in the martial arts world in his previous life, and later carved out a bloody path in the cannibalistic Southern Wilderness. He knew all too well the rules of this world.

There are too many unfair things in this world, and too many people suffering. Zheng Yifei was never a good person, much less a living bodhisattva who saves all living beings.

What he needs most right now is stability, to use the existing rules and his status to accumulate initial capital for himself, rather than becoming a scapegoat and fighting to the death with the local tyrants and powerful families.

"What does Your Excellency mean?"

Wei Jun seemed to understand but not quite.

"What I mean is, as long as they pay their 'peace money' on time, and as long as they don't cause any major trouble for our police station, let them do whatever they want. Making a fortune in silence is the right thing to do. Go ahead, do as I say."

For the next three days, Zheng Yifei kept his word.

Every day, he would take his men on a stroll around the area, arresting petty thieves and arguing with gangs fighting over territory, but as long as no one died, he wouldn't even bother to look at them.

This "going with the flow" approach completely relieved the anxiety of the various gangs and merchants.

They discovered that although the new constable was powerful, he was actually much easier to talk to than his predecessor, who was stubborn and unyielding, as long as the money was right.

As a result, the collection of peace money over these three days went exceptionally smoothly, even exceeding the previous amount by 20%.

Every evening when he returned to the police station, Zheng Yifei would dump the money bags he had collected onto the table.

He set a very strict rule: he wouldn't take a single penny of the profits.

The smaller portion was directly distributed to Wei Jun and the four Foundation Establishment stage yamen runners, while the larger portion was invariably delivered by Wei Jun to the backyard at night and handed over to Chief Constable Wan Chongshan.

On the first day, when Wan Chongshan accepted the money, he thought Zheng Yifei was just putting on a show.

The next day, Wan Chongshan looked at the spirit stones and gold coins that had been delivered, his eyebrows raised high.

On the third day, when Wei Jun once again placed the heavy wooden box on Wan Chongshan's table, the chief constable could no longer sit still.

"Brother Zheng, did you really not leave a single penny behind?"

Wan Chongshan stroked his beard and looked at the Wei army, asking a question.

"Reporting to the Chief Constable, Lord Zheng indeed did not take a single penny. He said he is wealthy, many of his officers work for money, and his men work hard under the sun and wind, so they should be paid more. As for the lion's share, it is naturally to pay tribute to you."

Wei Jun answered truthfully, his admiration for Zheng Yifei reaching an unparalleled level.

Wan Chongshan burst into laughter, his eyes full of admiration. He was growing increasingly fond of this sensible new subordinate.

In officialdom, it's not that you're afraid of subordinates who are capable, but that you're afraid of subordinates who are capable and greedy.

Zheng Yifei, a man who is capable, has the ability to control the situation, and treats money like dirt, is simply the perfect money tree.

"Go back and tell Brother Zheng that I understand his intentions. From now on, in Liuhua County, as long as it's not something that causes a major upheaval, I'll take responsibility for him!"

Wan Chongshan patted his chest and guaranteed it.

Having received Wan Chongshan's words, Zheng Yifei knew that he had firmly established himself in the Liuhua County government.

With the official protection in place, it's time to get down to business and make money.

On the evening of the fourth day, after finishing his shift, Zheng Yifei did not linger at the county government office, but went straight back to his own courtyard.

As you push open the courtyard gate, a rich aroma of food wafts out.

In the kitchen, Su Wanqing, wearing an apron, was skillfully stir-frying the spiritual vegetables in the pan. Hearing the door open, she turned around, a gentle smile on her face: "Yifei's back. The food will be ready soon. Go wash your face first."

Looking at this lively scene, Zheng Yifei's cold and stern aura, which he had picked up from the outside world, instantly dissipated.

He nodded, walked to the well, washed his face, changed out of the dark blue official robes that represented the authority of the government, and put on an ordinary blue casual robe.

After dinner, Zheng Yifei wiped his mouth and said to Su Wanqing, "I have some errands to run tonight, so I might be back late. You should get some rest and don't wait for me."

Su Wanqing didn't ask any further questions, but carefully straightened his collar and said, "Be careful in everything you do."

She was a smart woman and knew that Zheng Yifei was planning something big. All she could do was not cause trouble and take good care of this temporary home.

After nightfall, Liuhua County is less noisy than during the day, but more extravagant and decadent.

Zheng Yifei walked out of the alley, where Wei Jun had changed into an inconspicuous gray short-sleeved shirt and was waiting.

"grown ups."

Wei soldiers approached, lowering their voices.

"I'm not wearing my official robes tonight, just call me Young Master. Let's go, to the West City."

Xicheng is not under Zheng Yifei's jurisdiction.

This is the most concentrated area of ​​entertainment industry in Liuhua County, with brothels, entertainment venues and taverns everywhere. Among them, the most eye-catching is the "Sihai Gambling House" which covers a huge area.

The background of Sihai Gambling House is extremely mysterious. Some say it is backed by a big shot in the county, while others say it is related to a prince of the Tianlong Dynasty.

But regardless of the rumors, one thing is universally acknowledged: at the Four Seas Casino, no one dares to cause trouble, and no one can cheat.

Because the entire gambling den, from its foundation to its roof, is covered with extremely profound "Spirit-Slaying Array" and "God-Sealing Array".

The two arrived at the massive vermilion gate of the Four Seas Gambling House. Four expressionless black-clad guards stood at the entrance; judging from the aura emanating from them, they were all Golden Core stage body cultivators.

As soon as Zheng Yifei stepped into the gambling den, he felt a strange fluctuation sweep over his entire body.

Immediately afterwards, his nascent soul seemed to be trapped by an invisible shackle, and the flow of spiritual energy became extremely obscure. His divine sense, which could originally cover an area of ​​several miles, was also suppressed in the space between his eyebrows, and could not even leave his body an inch away.

"Young master, the formation here is very strange."

Wei Jun's expression changed slightly. He leaned close to Zheng Yifei's ear and whispered, "This humble servant feels that the golden core in my body is like a stagnant pool, and I can't release my divine sense at all."

I heard this formation was set up by a grandmaster of formations hired from Zhongzhou at great expense. Let alone us, even old monsters in the Nascent Soul or Void Refinement stages would be completely blind here.

"That's right."

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Zheng Yifei's lips.

For cultivators who are used to using their divine sense to explore everything, losing their divine sense is equivalent to losing their greatest reliance, leaving them to rely entirely on luck at the gambling table.

But for Zheng Yifei, this was practically a cash machine tailor-made for him.

In his previous life on Earth, he spent decades wandering the world, struggling and navigating all sorts of tricks and schemes.

In that world without spiritual power and divine consciousness, cheating techniques, listening to the wind to identify objects, and psychological games are the real killer moves at the gambling table.

The array of this Four Seas Casino can seal the cultivator's divine sense, but it cannot seal his ears, which have been tempered by countless life and death experiences, and his brain, which is colder and more precise than a machine.