From a tuberculosis patient to a martial arts master

"Wang, Zhen, Shan".

When the name was mentioned, Pei Lie couldn't help but shudder, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Whose subordinates are not good?

Why did I have to run into one of Wang Zhenshan's men!

In the Jin Yang constables, who doesn't know what kind of person Wang Zhenshan is? He's a lone wolf, fiercely protective of his own.

The skill level behind it is incredibly profound:

[His Qi and blood are as vigorous as a furnace.]

They had already condensed a rudimentary "blood and qi armor," just one step away from becoming a refined skin-membrane warrior. The entire team, even the notoriously domineering Wei Qingyuan, had to give them a wide berth.

That's fine then...

The crux of the problem is:

That son of a bitch, that Wang guy, he's absolutely outrageous when it comes to protecting his own!

Take the incident from two years ago, for example. Wang Zhenshan had a constable named "Swift Legs" who was hot-tempered. While drinking outside, he got into a fight with several disciples of "Changfeng Martial Arts School" and accidentally crippled the school owner's nephew. In the end, it was Cao Wanhai who was reckless and went too far, and did not know his own strength.

With the backing of a certain patriarch of the Chi family, how could Changfeng Martial Arts School possibly let this go?

A complaint was filed directly with the head constable, Wei Qingyuan, who insisted on finding someone to take the blame.

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Wei Qingyuan was just looking for an excuse to teach Wang Zhenshan, whom he had always disliked, a lesson. Now he finally got his chance. He immediately issued a warrant and sent seven or eight capable yamen runners to Wang Zhenshan's jurisdiction to arrest the man.

The results of it?

One person, one knife.

Wang Zhenshan leaned against the doorway, ignoring the orders and regulations being proclaimed. The seven or eight skilled men who went there did manage to find the door, but they went to the door of the official medical clinic.

"What an unlucky year! I've run into the Grand Duke Jupiter."

Pei Lie felt a dull ache in his back teeth, a stifling feeling rising in his chest: "No wonder this kid is so fearless..." His mind churned, and he cursed his bad luck inwardly: "If he'd known he was one of that fiend's men, why would he have bothered getting involved in this mess!" Thinking this, he glared hatefully at Zhu Hong, inwardly muttering:

"You brat, can't you even give your name? You have to wait until I've put on my act before you..."

That's it.

Pei Lie was already feeling apprehensive. His hand, which had been waving away, stiffly turned in mid-air and he stood with his hands behind his back.

退？

But they absolutely cannot slink away in disgrace.

If he backed down like this, Pei Lie would completely lose face. More importantly, he had received a lot of "benefits" from the charity, and he was indebted to them; if he didn't reciprocate...

How can bribery be accepted in the future?

In a flash, Pei Lie's expression changed several times before he finally focused and looked at Zhu Hong: "Wait, since you said you are a registered constable," his tone softened slightly, adopting a businesslike manner:

"Where is your waist tag?"

Zhu Hong took in all of this.

Recognizing that the person who had "advised" Pei Lie was Jian Basheng, who had been selected as a constable together, he thought, "That saves me the trouble of talking." He reached into his waistband with his left hand, pulled out the still-warm black iron plaque, and casually tossed it onto the table.

"when--"

The token spun around and landed steadily in front of Pei Lie. The vermilion character for "capture" was particularly eye-catching.

Pei Lie glanced at it and knew it was genuine.

Li Hang stood to the side, his heart filled with mixed feelings. He had initially thought Zhu Hong was an imposter, but it turned out he was a real constable. "But," he frowned, unable to understand:

Why can't I find it?

"No problem." Zhu Hong picked up the waist token again, not bothering to fasten it back to his waist, but just playing with it in his hand: "Pei Xiaojia, do you have any further instructions? If not," he said calmly, glancing at the group of constables behind him: "shouldn't you make way and not delay this official's business?"

work?

The word is jarring.

"How can you be so clueless about tact?"

Pei Lie was annoyed, a surge of anger rising in his chest, his face growing increasingly grim: "Officer Zhu, I have no doubt that you are a member of the public service. But precisely because of this..." His tone abruptly shifted:

Do you know your crime?

"I know I'm guilty," Zhu Hong said sarcastically. "Pei Xiaojia, could you explain your guilt?"

"you……"

Pei Lie was speechless at his unyielding attitude, his anger rising uncontrollably, yet he had to force it down, squeezing out a cold, hard voice through gritted teeth: "This official uniform and this sword are your tools for apprehending wanted criminals, not your justification for violence and arbitrary private punishment!"

He moved closer, and his logic became increasingly coherent, as if he had seized a weakness:

"Just now, I questioned the boat's manager. You came here without a warrant or official document to arrest anyone, and you single-handedly entered this legitimate pleasure boat, killing four people..." He paused, then continued, "Even if these four people were not innocent, that is no reason for you to so readily take their lives! I ask you," his gaze sharp as a needle, fixed on Zhu Hong's face:

"Can you bear the charge of initiating armed conflict without authorization?"

"ah--?!"

The sharp shout fell, silencing the entire room.

Zhu Hong remained silent, simply hanging the waist token back up. His eyes were as calm as an ancient well, without the slightest ripple.

"What's wrong, feeling guilty?"

Seeing this, Pei Lie sneered and began to berate Zhu Hong as if he were a subordinate: "You joined late, so you haven't learned the law? Fine," he smirked, "Even if you haven't learned it, you've already made a mistake, so you'd better stand up straight for the punishment. Otherwise," he finished speaking, walked to Zhu Hong's side, his burly figure pressing against him, almost touching him:

"Wouldn't this rule become just for show?"

These words not only occupy the moral high ground of "persuading people with reason," but also leave room for "convincing me with logic."

The intention is obvious:

You can choose not to arrest me, but you must admit your mistake.

"Master Pei is wise!"

Ma Pan, who was hiding behind Pei Lie, was so frightened that his legs went weak. But after hearing these words, he straightened up like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood and squeezed out from the crowd.

He yelled at the top of his lungs, trying to intimidate others:

"A life for a life, a debt for a debt. Even a constable cannot commit murder in public." He grew increasingly agitated, his finger trembling as he pointed at the corpse on the ground. His eyes reddened, and he squeezed out two tears: "These brothers...died unjustly! If you don't give me a clear explanation today, I won't kneel before you in public!"

Before he could finish the word "kneel," Pei Lie glared at him, and he quickly changed his words:

"Yes, if they don't compensate us, we'll risk our lives and take this to the prefect to get justice!"

Zhu Hong watched the two men, so righteous and awe-inspiring, singing in unison, and suddenly laughed, "Hehe...hahaha...!" His laughter was unrestrained and flamboyant, echoing throughout the entire ship.

"What are you laughing at?"

Pei Lie frowned. As a constable named Xiaojia, when had he ever been ridiculed like this by a newcomer?

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Zhu Hong suddenly raised his head, his eyes like unsheathed swords, filled with murderous intent.

"I laugh at you, a mountain constable, for not even sitting up straight enough." He took a step forward, his movements as swift as lightning, his imposing aura actually overwhelming Pei Lie:

"Rules? Laws?"

"Lord Pei, please open your eyes and see clearly!"

Zhu Hong pointed to the wounds on his body, then to the astonished Feng Qi and the others, his tone as firm as iron:

"Two martial arts students and several elite soldiers, each strike aimed for my head, this is blatant assassination of a law enforcement officer, according to the laws of the Great Chu—" He paused:

"This is treason!"

But what about you?

With each sentence Zhu Hong spoke, he took a step closer until their breaths were almost audible.

"From the moment you stepped across the threshold, did you ever ask me why I came here? No." He shook his head, scoffed, and said, "May I ask, Pei Xiaojia, you perhaps—" A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he said, enunciating each word clearly:

"Are they accomplices?"

boom!

These words were like a bolt from the blue.

The entire ship fell silent; some things were unspoken but understood.

可：

Saying it out loud changes things.