Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

Returning to the present, looking at the fragmented Kao Shan Gang, and at the arrogant figures standing in front of the Kao Shan Gang's gate.

For some reason, Chen Er remembered a story his mother had told him when he was a child.

After enduring hardships, the protagonist in the story always gets a chance to turn his luck around and become a great person.

Princess Yongning has arrived, and the powerful backers who had shielded him from the world are gone. Now he has obtained a lucky Buddhist rosary.

It's unusual no matter how you look at it; perhaps he could become the protagonist of a story.

The expectant boy stared at Mu An, clenched his fists, and secretly made up his mind.

"I want to become an even more powerful person than him! I want to return home in glory and repay the old doctor's kindness."

Standing in front of the gate of the Kao Shan Gang, Mu An, sensing Chen Er's gaze, slightly turned his head and looked towards the corner of the street.

After seeing Chen Er's slender figure, Mu An casually grabbed a handful of loose silver from the Kao Shan Gang's warehouse and handed it to his subordinate.

"Go and give this money to the boy over there. Tell him that the Gang of Backers is gone, and that he should live a good life from now on."

……

For three consecutive days, the county government and the patrol and inspection department took joint action.

The patrolling soldiers and constables worked tirelessly through the night, killing twenty-six Blood-Clad Cult members and arresting three others, all of whom were imprisoned and interrogated.

As a result, many criminals were implicated, some dying on the spot, others being imprisoned.

In just three days, the once empty prison became overcrowded. To make room for these people, even some with lighter charges were cleared out.

For a time, all the gangs in Qing'an County were on edge, fearing that they would be labeled as traitors and imprisoned without even knowing it.

……

Tongfu Restaurant.

"That son of a bitch Cao Min! That motherless Qin Hao! He actually used the opportunity of arresting traitors to suppress dissidents! He wiped out my Iron Sand Gang!"

Inside the elegantly decorated private room, Li He, from the Anyang Patrol Inspectorate, gulped down a mouthful of wine and began cursing at Mu An and Wang Chong.

"Do you think I wouldn't know whether the gang I support is colluding with the Blood Robe Cult? They're all good sons of the Li family. Even if some of them did something despicable, what does it have to do with Cao Min!"

Mu An remained silent, simply leaning against the couch and drinking quietly.

This has nothing to do with him. The Mu family owns a trading company, but they don't run any gangs and they do legitimate business.

It's not exactly clean, but at least there's nothing wrong with its surface.

The Ansan Patrol Division only sells alcohol and does not interfere in the operation of gangs. If any problems arise, it will equally crack down on every gang that oversteps its bounds.

The main principle is fairness!

In this operation, Cao Min did not take action against the Mu family's forces.

On the contrary, Wang Chong, who had a good relationship with Mu An, was also tricked, and many people from a gang under the control of the Wang family were arrested.

Wang Chong, who was drinking alone, picked up the conversation and launched into a tirade against Cao Min.

"That Cao fellow has no good intentions. He's always been against us, and now he's taking this opportunity to undermine our power."

After exchanging only a few words, Wang Chong picked up his wine glass and downed it in one gulp. The moment the wine entered his throat, the glass slammed against the table with a loud crash.

"Once is never enough. If we let that Cao fellow get away with it, he'll only become more demanding, and none of the three families will be happy. We need to find a way to get rid of him and replace him with a more obedient magistrate!"

As he continued cursing, Wang Chong, his cheeks flushed and reeking of alcohol, turned to look at Mu An.

"Xiao Mu, you're smart and skilled in martial arts, what do you think?"

Caught off guard by Wang Chong's gaze, Mu An had no choice but to put down her wine glass and look at the two people sitting at the table.

Mu An knew the gangs supported by the Li and Wang families well. Although they weren't exactly good people, they still had some bottom line and weren't completely wicked.

More like a black glove, occasionally handling things that can't be brought to the forefront.

The Mu family's business also did similar things, but after Mu An came to power, they became more inclined to use the court's laws to solve problems.

Fighting and killing are not good; we are all civilized people.

Why resort to methods that are easy to find fault with when things can be resolved through official channels?

If necessary, creating two "detectives" is not a difficult task.

There are too many twists and turns inside to generalize.

"Uncle, you've had too much to drink. The most important thing right now is to eliminate the rebels and ensure Princess Yongning's safety during her visit. Put everything else aside for now."

Wang Chong did not agree with the polite words, but knowing Mu An's temperament, he did not say anything more.

His little nephew is different from them; he inherited Mu Ping's temperament and can't stand seeing anything too sordid.

Mu An wouldn't care about petty theft or small gains, but if someone were to cause someone's family to be destroyed and leave no chance of survival, Mu An could lead his soldiers to bury them that very night.

Since Mu Ping's death, the Anshan Patrol Inspectorate has changed completely, becoming all bookish and spouting strange "grand principles" every day.

What about "a life for a life," "leave a way out for others," "petty corruption isn't real corruption," and "good soil in mass graves"...?

Let alone the people from those two families, if things really get really out of hand, even the people from the Mu family themselves will be buried in a mass grave.

She's incredibly ruthless.

A tipsy Wang Chong waved his hand and pulled Mu An to drink again.

"Enough talk, let's drink! Let's drink! I'll tell you, back in your day, your dad..."

Drinking alone always lasts a long time, filled with all sorts of complaints, from dusk till late at night, from three men to seven or eight women surrounding them.

Mu An heard a lot of things, both things she should and shouldn't have heard, and she even wrote down what Wang Chong said while drinking with women.

Perhaps because Mu An was about the same age as Wang Chong's daughter Wang Wan, and had no mother to take care of him since childhood, Madam Wang treated him as her own son.

Mu An always thought of him whenever there was something good, and he also respected Madam Wang very much.

Wang Chong dared to drink and dine with prostitutes right in front of him; he had to be reported!

What?! You're saying Mu An drank it too?

Are you kidding me? He wasn't drinking and carousing; he was clearly appreciating art!

Do you understand the Six Arts of a Gentleman?

Besides, what's wrong with him, a single man, listening to a little tune?

A gentleman stops at propriety. With Mu'an present and important business to attend to tomorrow, nothing consensual happened; it only involved simple touching.

At midnight, Mu An watched as the soldiers of Linggang Patrol Office helped Wang Chong, who was covered in alcohol, onto a carriage, and then saw off the few people from Anyang Patrol Office. Only then did he wash his face with cold water.

As he circulated his spiritual energy, the smell of alcohol on his body evaporated, and the blush on his face disappeared.

With her mind clearing, Mu An stared at the direction where the carriage had disappeared, her eyes slightly narrowed.

Under the dim candlelight, the night in the small town seemed particularly quiet and secluded.

Storm is coming.

In three days, the entire armed forces of Qing'an County were mobilized, but only small fry were killed, and the strongest were only a few third-rate fighters.

None of the Blood Robe Cult's true elites have been found, and no one knows where they've gone.

The Night Raven Thieves, whose locations had long been known to the Patrol Division, also staged a collective disappearance, which was extremely bizarre.

Perhaps some of these people are indeed good at hiding their abilities, but there can't be many people in the martial arts world with such skills. It's more likely that someone has hidden them away.

During this search, there were very few residences in the entire Qing'an County that the patrol inspectorate dared not raid.

who can that be?

Magistrate Cao Min? County Commandant Qin Hao? The Li family? The Wang family?

He gently stroked the hilt of the sword, a flash of cold light disappearing in Mu An's pupils.

The pit for the mass grave was still too small!

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