After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

According to Lin San's speculation, such a large-scale human trafficking operation must be controlled by more than one person.

After searching Chen Xiaomi's house thoroughly, the two indeed found an account book and several letters under the floor tiles.

The ledger recorded how much money was raised from the sale of all the missing children in Song County over the past ten years, but it did not specify where the money went.

This ledger is practically a book of sins; every name on it represents a family suffering and in despair.

However, after reading the letter, Lin San's eyes darkened, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

This letter was a secret exchange between the wanted criminal and a certain official in the imperial court, but it was incomplete and the identity of the person in question was unknown.

The political situation in officialdom is ever-changing, both overt and covert, and cannot be explained in just a few words.

While bringing this murderer to justice is a political achievement, it also secretly creates enemies.

When he returns to the capital, there will surely be another bloody storm.

Lin San sighed. This was just how this path was; even if you did nothing, there would still be people who couldn't stand it.

If you only care about whether others approve or not, you won't be able to live your life.

After properly storing the evidence, Lin San and Wang Zhao prepared to return to the county government office.

But just as they crossed the mountain pass, a group of men attacked them.

Just as Lin San had predicted, such a large-scale human trafficking operation meant that there must be others who had not yet been caught.

Wang Zhao instinctively shielded Lin San behind him, saying, "Third Brother, you go first."

Lin San's expression was very strange. "Should I go first?"

Wang Zhao was extremely anxious. What time was it? Why were they still dawdling around like this?

Has Third Brother gone crazy from studying too much? He doesn't even know how to escape anymore.

Wang Zhao urged, "Hurry up and leave!"

He tied his wide sleeves together, drew the soft sword from his waist, and stood in front of Lin San, saying, "Don't worry, with me here, I will definitely not let them catch up with you."

"Don't be afraid, I can definitely hold them off."

At that moment, Lin San couldn't quite describe his feelings.

A bittersweet feeling, and a strange mix of... happiness?

"Why?" Lin San didn't leave, he just couldn't figure it out.

Logically speaking, in this situation, shouldn't he, as the young master, be allowed to leave first?

Since ancient times, gentlemen have protected young men; when has it come to the young men protecting their gentlemen?

Isn't this going against the Heavenly Gang?!

"What? Why?!" Wang Zhao was almost frantic. Seeing the masked man approaching, he cried out, "Hey, Third Brother, stop talking nonsense and run!"

These masked men definitely want to kill Third Brother to silence him. They all look to be highly skilled in martial arts. I don't know if I can handle them...

Wang Zhao was focused on facing dozens of masked men when suddenly a man grabbed him by the waist and lifted him up.

With his feet off the ground, Wang Zhao was taken aback and had already switched places with Lin San.

"Even if one day in the future you are needed to die for your cause," Lin San said, "it won't be today."

Wang Zhao's eyes widened in disbelief. Did his third brother even realize how urgent the situation was?!

Is now the time for hugging and cuddling?

Wang Zhao was practically going crazy.

The next moment, the constables who had been lying in ambush suddenly moved out and caught the group of masked men off guard.

Wang Zhao slightly opened his mouth and exclaimed, "Wow!"

Lin San said, "Brother Zhao, we don't need your bravery today."

Wang Zhao was extremely shocked. "When did they arrive?"

Lin San said, "They've always been there."

"Third Brother, you're amazing! How did you figure out that someone was going to ambush us?" Wang Zhao was absolutely in awe of his third brother. How did he manage to strategize and win battles from afar?

"I didn't calculate it," Lin San said. "I just felt something was off about this, so I brought along more people for an extra layer of protection."

If one knowingly faces danger and insists on venturing into it alone, that would be the act of a fool.

But Wang Zhao wouldn't listen at all. In his mind, his third brother was now a tall and upright figure. The idea of ​​him being a sickly scholar who couldn't even kill a chicken was completely untrue!

The constables found it quite difficult to subdue the masked man, as they were merely constables from the county government and their martial arts skills were not particularly outstanding.

Wang Zhao thought to himself that he was also a martial artist, and he should definitely step forward at this time.

However, his third brother would definitely not agree, so Wang Zhao decided to act according to his own ideas.

Before Lin San could react, Wang Zhao charged forward with his soft sword.

"Zhao..." Lin San tried to reach out and grab him, but then he saw the guy trip over a protruding rock after running only a few steps.

Lin San: "..."

Wang Zhao buried his face in the grass, feeling that his life was coming to an end at this moment.

Lin San quickly helped the person up, "Are you alright? Where did you fall?"

"Ouch..." A sharp pain shot through him, and Wang Zhao said pitifully, "Third Brother, I twisted my ankle."

Lin San helped him sit down on a nearby rock. "Let me see."

I wonder if this person has a problem with his legs. He also injured his legs during the hunt in the capital.

Wang Zhao held back his tears, even though his ankle was in excruciating pain.

Especially when you fall, you don't feel the pain at all, but once your brain registers it, the pain comes.

Neither of them had any medicine on them, and Lin San was in a dilemma when a medicine bottle was thrown into his arms.

He looked up and saw two masked men in black joining the chaotic fight not far away.

These two were highly skilled in martial arts, and within a few exchanges, they had subdued the group of masked men.

Seeing that the two men seemed to be accomplices, the constables quickly stepped forward and tied them up.

As Lin San was puzzled, he saw one of the men in black show him his waist badge.

This is……

Lin San understood instantly.

Only Wang Zhao stared wide-eyed, utterly astonished, and asked, "Third Brother, is this also your arrangement?"

"No," Lin San said.

Wang Zhao asked, "Who are they?"

Lin San casually remarked, "Perhaps they are chivalrous figures from the martial arts world."

Young Master Wang had always wanted to be a righteous knight-errant since he was a child. He was so excited at the moment that he regretted that he had injured his foot and could not go forward to talk to these two knights-errant.

The two swordsmen came and went in a hurry, and seeing that all the masked men had been subdued, they quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Before Wang Zhao could even utter a few words of reflection, he felt a chill on his ankle.

Lin San carefully pulled up Wang Zhao's trouser leg, held the young man's fair foot, and applied a thin layer of ointment to the red and swollen area.

Ointments specifically for treating sprains and bruises are usually very potent, and they will cause a warming sensation the moment they come into contact with the skin.

Lin San carefully rubbed the ointment into the young man's skin, his movements very gentle.

Wang Zhao was a little embarrassed.

"Third, Third Brother," Wang Zhao said, "I can do it myself."

"It's all applied." Lin San helped the young man put on his shoes and socks. "Can you walk?"

Wang Zhao said, "It's just a minor injury! Absolutely!"

The result was a swift and painful reversal.

The sprained foot was completely useless.

Lin San sighed.

He squatted down in front of Wang Zhao.

"Come up."