I asked you to go hunting, and you ended up wearing a yellow robe?

These four words exploded in Li Long's mind like a thunderclap!

His breathing quickened instantly, and his eyes blazed with an unprecedented fervor.

He's been a low-ranking officer in this remote area for almost ten years, and he dreams of advancing to the next level!

The commander, observing his reaction, subtly curved his lips into a smile: "That Qi Shan is someone a powerful figure in the capital specifically requested to eliminate. His existence will affect His Highness's grand plans. If you can handle this matter well, it will be a great achievement. I will then put in a good word for you before His Highness."

He stood up and patted Li Long on the shoulder: "Of course, if you still can't do a good job, there are plenty of people who want to take your place. You'd better watch yourself."

After saying this, the commander led his men away.

Li Long stood frozen in place, his back soaked with cold sweat.

A moment later, all the fear in his eyes transformed into a ferocious killing intent and insane greed.

The merit of following the dragon!

This immense wealth is right before my eyes!

What is Qishan?

Just then, a charming and seductive voice came from behind the screen.

"Why should the commander be so angry over a mere villager?"

A voluptuous female soldier walked out slowly.

Although she was dressed in a soldier's uniform, she could not hide her breathtaking charm; every frown and smile carried a bewitching allure.

"Chan'er?" When Li Long saw her, the murderous intent in his eyes turned into a hint of desire.

This woman is named Hong Chan. She was once the top courtesan of "Zui Xian Fang," the most famous brothel in the capital. For some reason, she ended up here and was taken under his wing.

Hong Chan walked to Li Long's side, her breath sweet as orchids: "Why fight and kill when dealing with men? The best way to die is in bed. Silently, without a trace."

She stretched out her slender fingers and gently traced them across Li Long's chest, her eyes both alluring and confident.

"There is no man in this world whom I cannot sleep with."

When Qi Shan walked out of his new house, the daylight was just right.

County Lieutenant Chen Chong sent someone to deliver a brand-new set of constable's uniform.

He wore a black, close-fitting outfit with a tiger descending a mountain embroidered on his shoulders and a standard-issue scabbard at his waist, making him look imposing.

Qi Shan changed his clothes, and his entire demeanor changed.

The original owner's lazy, second-rate air was completely washed away, replaced by a sharpness and composure like a drawn blade.

"Husband, it's so beautiful." Su Yue hugged the door frame, her eyes sparkling.

Zhou Xue and Lin Wan also stood under the corridor, watching their husbands' figures, their eyes filled with unprecedented peace and pride.

Qi Shan smiled, patted Su Yue's head, and strode towards the county government office.

He was going to meet two people.

The county magistrate and the county assistant magistrate.

The road to the county government office was especially lively today.

"Look! It's Constable Qi!"

"Lord Qi! Good morning, Lord Qi!"

The peddler on the street, carrying his wares, bowed deeply from afar, his face full of awe and gratitude.

"That's Officer Qi? The one who single-handedly killed more than twenty ruthless bandits from Black Dragon Stronghold?"

"That's right! My cousin's neighbor was a servant in the Wang family compound, and he saw it with his own eyes! Blood flowed like a river! Lord Qi slaughtered those beasts, their heads rolling!"

"Thank God! Our grain was stolen by the Black Dragon Village last year. Lord Qi has avenged us!"

Discussions, praises, and expressions of gratitude poured in from all directions.

All eyes were fixed on him, filled with admiration.

Qi Shan walked calmly, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

In his heart, he couldn't help but complain that a few days ago, when these people saw the original owner, their eyes were no different from those of people seeing dog poop.

A good reputation is much more useful than soap.

At the entrance of the county government office, two stone lions stand majestically.

Upon seeing Qi Shan, the constables at the gate immediately straightened their backs, clasped their hands in a salute from afar, and said in a loud voice, "Greetings, Constable Qi!"

Their attitude was so respectful, a stark contrast to when they were still commoners.

"County Magistrate Chen is waiting for you inside." The head gatekeeper bowed and led the way himself.

As soon as Qi Shan stepped through the ceremonial gate, a heroic figure came to greet him.

It was Chen Chong, the county magistrate.

Chen Chong lowered his voice, his expression serious:

"The county magistrate and the county assistant magistrate are both waiting for you inside."

"When you go in later, be careful with your words and actions, especially with the county magistrate. He... values ​​you highly."

Qi Shan nodded.

The two passed through the front hall and arrived at the main hall at the back of the county government office.

As soon as I entered, two sharp eyes were cast my way.

In the main seat of the hall sat a middle-aged man with a square face and an imposing presence.

He wore the blue official robe of a seventh-rank county magistrate, with mandarin ducks embroidered on his rank badge. Although he was just sitting quietly, he had a powerful aura that enveloped the entire main hall.

This must be Zhao Bingkun, the county magistrate of Qingyang County.

To his left sat a slightly plump man with a mustache, who was smilingly sizing up Qi Shan; this was the county magistrate.

"This humble servant, Chen Chong, pays his respects to Your Excellency, the County Magistrate, and the County Assistant Magistrate!" Chen Chong was the first to bow and greet them.

County Magistrate Zhao Bingkun shifted his gaze from Qi Shan to Chen Chong, his voice gentle yet firm: "County Lieutenant Chen, no need for formalities. You worked hard last night suppressing the bandits. Were you injured?"

"Thank you for your concern, sir. I am fine." Chen Chong replied respectfully. "Last night, we were ordered to wipe out the bandits near Wangjiazhuang. The bandits from Heilongzhai fled at the mere sight of our army. In this battle, we killed more than forty fierce bandits. Six of our men were wounded, but no one was killed in action."

Zhao Bingkun nodded, then turned his gaze back to Qi Shan, his tone carrying a hint of inquiry: "I've heard that nearly half of these forty-odd bandits were killed by Constable Qi alone?"

Upon hearing this, even the smiling county magistrate beside him showed a hint of shock in his eyes.

Chen Chong said in a deep voice, "Reporting to you, sir, it is true! If it weren't for Constable Qi single-handedly killing more than twenty bandits, including Zhao Tianlong, before the government troops arrived, thus buying time, Wangjiazhuang and even the surrounding villages would have been awash in blood!"

Zhao Bingkun took a deep breath, looked at Qi Shan, and his eyes became extremely complicated.

Qi Shan stepped forward and cupped his hands in greeting to the two men: "This humble subject, Qi Shan, greets Your Excellency and Your Excellency."

They did not kneel.

Chen Chong, standing to the side, was anxious and secretly gave him a meaningful look.

In this Great Qian Dynasty, failing to kneel before an official is considered a grave disrespect.

Qi Shan, however, seemed not to see it, his spine ramrod straight.

To make him kneel before an official from the feudal era?

dream.

The atmosphere in the hall froze instantly.

The smile on the county magistrate's face faded.

Just as Chen Chong was about to speak up to defuse the situation, Zhao Bingkun, the county magistrate in the main seat, waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "No need for formalities."

He stared at Qi Shan and said, word by word, "A hero who can kill twenty bandits single-handedly deserves this honor."

With a single sentence, a potential conflict was averted.

"I ask you," Zhao Bingkun's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, "who taught you your killing skills?"

"Your Excellency, I am but a humble countryman who has been hunting in the mountains since childhood and knows only a few basic skills," Qi Shan replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Zhao Bingkun gave him a deep look, but didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he stood up.

"Come with me."

He didn't say anything more and went straight to the backyard.