From a tuberculosis patient to a martial arts master

"Who do you think will be chosen?" someone muttered, glancing at the eleven people.

A bystander chimed in:

"That stone block is huge."

"Go to hell! Anyone with eyes can see how much Officer Jin favors him!"

Then, someone else brought it up:

"Chi Yejun, he'll definitely pass too."

"Yes... without a doubt." Everyone agreed.

"Wait a minute," a young man in blue robes looked up and said, "Does that mean there are only four spots left?"

"This is going to be fun."

The surrounding chatter was like a buzzing of flies.

Seeing this, Liu Kui simply raised his hand, and the commotion immediately fell silent as if someone had grabbed his throat.

His gaze was deep as he slowly swept over the group of martial arts students who had passed the preliminary trials through sheer skill, his tone softening somewhat:

"Those who just passed through, come over here."

Upon hearing this, everyone stepped forward and lined up in front of Liu, the head constable.

Eleven people stood still, varying in height and build, their clothes ranging from fine silk to coarse cloth. But all eleven pairs of eyes burned with a fierce, intense heat.

That government building is now just a stone's throw away.

Liu Kui stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over each of them before he spoke: "You are all quite good. Having passed the three trials of selection, you have shown some backbone and composure. However, rules are rules."

He paused, his eyes sharpening.

"Of the eleven, only five will be able to join the police force today, receive government pay, and be appointed as head constables."

Upon hearing this, all the martial arts students felt a weight on their shoulders, as if pressed down by an invisible hand, and the joy between their brows instantly faded by more than half.

After all, no one can be sure whether they will be selected.

Except for Chi Yejun.

Liu Kui ignored him and continued, "The remaining five people," he said, slowing his tone to leave room for maneuver, "whether they pack up and leave or stay, it's their choice."

Having said that, he turned to the side, raised his chin, and addressed the head constables:

"Who wants to go first?"

"I'll do it, I'll do it!" With a cheerful shout, Jin Buhuan squeezed out from the group of constables. His plump body swayed, and he still had that smiling look, with the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes piled up like two crumpled cotton balls.

"What? You're the one doing it?"

A man next to him immediately rolled his eyes. It was Bai Ri Mang. He took a step forward, the sword at his waist clanging crisply, and said irritably:

"In terms of seniority and ability, who gave you the chance to be first?" he retorted defiantly.

"Why should you choose first?!"

Jin Buhuan wasn't annoyed. He patted Bai Ri Mang's arm, his fat palm trembling, and laughed, "Busy during the day, it's night now, it's not your turn to be busy. Go away."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the row of martial arts performers, and without turning his head, he added:

"I don't have time to argue with you right now."

"Hey! You're scheming!" Bai Ri Mang raised his eyebrows, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to step forward to argue:

"I've secured this first place today, what are you going to do about it?"

He was about to reach out and grab Jin Buhuan by the back of his collar when Jin Buhuan, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, flicked his wrist and several round, white pills burst out of his pocket, landing precisely in the palms of the other five constables, but omitting Bai Ri Mang.

The pills are about the size of a thumb and have a soft, pliable texture like solidified fat.

"Leopard Fetal Pills and Raw Muscle Pills!"

Song Jiwen, holding the pill, suddenly brightened up and exclaimed in surprise, "Old Jin, what's this?"

This medicine is made primarily with the placenta of a snow leopard, supplemented with ginseng, angelica, deer tendon, and other ingredients. It strengthens muscles and bones, replenishes qi and blood, and widens the meridian channels.

If a martial arts practitioner obtains this, it can at least save them from a year of detours.

"It's up to you whether you want it or not."

Jin Buhuan crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and his smile faded a bit, revealing a hint of arrogance.

"Yes, why wouldn't I?"

Song Jiwen hurriedly stuffed the pills into his pocket, as if afraid Jin Buhuan would change his mind, and nodded repeatedly: "You choose, you choose first, we have no objections!"

How could he not understand what it meant? After working together for so many years, he knew exactly what the other party was thinking.

Jin Buhuan then gave a satisfied hum, and slowly glanced at the other constables: "And you?"

"Of course, Mr. Jin will choose first!"

"No problem, Lao Jin, you're in charge."

The others echoed each other, carefully putting away the Leopard Fetus Pill and Tendon-Growing Pill, their eyes filled with amusement as they looked at Jin Buhuan.

"Hmph, don't think you can get rid of us with these few pills."

Bai Ri Mang curled his lip sourly, but still managed to "snatch" one from Jin Bu Huan's hand and quickly stuff it into his waist pouch with a smooth and effortless motion.

"Who gave you permission to take it?"

Jin Buhuan glanced at him sideways and made a move to reach into his purse.

Bai Ri Mang quickly stepped aside to block him, clutching his waist tightly, and said with a stiff neck, "How can you take back what you've already got? That's not reasonable."

He paused, then leaned close to Jin Buhuan's ear and whispered slyly:

"I'll only ask one question, then I'll stop arguing," he said, his gaze seemingly casually drifting towards the burly stone figure in the martial arts troupe.

"What's the deal with that big guy?"

"Don't bother hiding it anymore. You'll find out sooner or later anyway. Just take this person."

Jin Buhuan smiled with narrowed eyes. Seeing Bai Ri Mang's expression, he knew that this reckless fellow was already having second thoughts and wouldn't give up until he got to the bottom of things. In addition, since the others had already received their benefits, no one was going to compete with him for the top spot anymore, so there was no need to keep him in suspense any longer.

"That big guy is a good piece of meat."

He cleared his throat: "I just examined the bone structure and found it to be a rare 'tyrant bone'."

"The Overlord Bone?"

Upon hearing those three words, Bai Rimang's eyes widened instantly. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he jumped up, waving his hands repeatedly, "No, no, you take the pill! How can we just hand over this talent?"

He reached out and took out the pill:

"I've roamed Jinyang City for so many years, and I've hardly ever seen a decent talent. How could I let such a promising seedling slip through your fingers!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the other constables also changed.

The so-called "Overlord Bone" is considered an extremely rare and superior bone structure in the Jin Yang City area.

Although not possessing any truly special physique, their strength lies in their solid foundation. Their bones and muscles are naturally more resilient than ordinary people, making martial arts training twice as effective with half the effort. Upon reaching the Martial Apprentice realm, it becomes easier to open their meridians and break through to the Martial Warrior realm.

Are you sure?

Jin Buhuan remained unperturbed, only offering a half-smile as he asked, "Old Bai, do you think he'll choose you or me?"

Bai Ri Mang was taken aback, and was about to retort, but then he saw Jin Buhuan raise his hand and gently tap his temple, slowly saying, "Don't forget, I, Old Jin, have already shown him what I've got. His impression of me isn't too bad, is it?" The smugness in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"If you want to fight for it, feel free to try, but think carefully about this medicine."

"Uh..." Upon hearing this, Bai Ri Mang considered it for a moment and seemed to agree with Jin Buhuan's reasoning.

That big guy looked honest and simple, but Old Jin had already interfered. If he really had to choose, he would most likely choose Jin Buhuan.

Thinking this, Bai Ri Mang simply flung his hand away, putting on a magnanimous air, and snorted, "Go away, it's just a tyrant's bone, isn't it?" He spoke lightly, but inwardly he was still somewhat resentful, and could only add a sour remark:

"It might not even get hot or shiny in your hands yet."

Upon seeing this, Jin Buhuan couldn't help but grin, revealing two rows of white teeth, his smile resembling that of a cat that had just stolen some cream.

"I'm off then. I hope everyone finds what they like."

After saying that, he straightened his clothes and walked towards the row of martial arts performers with measured steps.

"Everyone."

Jin Buhuan had only taken a few steps when Wang Zhenshan suddenly spoke up: "Why don't we select the people now, so they don't all crowd together and get into arguments, which could damage relationships?" He slowly glanced at the group and added:

What do you think?

"That's a good idea, so that when we go up there, everyone won't be eyeing the same good piece of material," Qingshan nodded in agreement.

"Arguing with those above would only bring shame to our government office."

The other constables also expressed their agreement, since none of them wanted to make a scene in front of Chief Liu and the group of martial arts performers later.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, a glint of shrewdness flashed in Wang Zhenshan's eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

"Then, I'll choose one first." He pointed to a young man in the line who wasn't particularly tall, but whose eyes were very steady: "Zhu Hong, I'll take him." He then turned to his colleagues and asked:

"Do any of you want to fight over it?"