Jiangyuan City, Metropolitan Guard Bureau.
Though it bore the word "bureau" in its name, the Metropolitan Guard Bureau did not handle public affairs. As the highest authority of the Blood-Clad Guard in Taiping Prefecture, its very existence represented the supreme power of the imperial throne.
Led by Wei Zhengxiong, Wang Chen stepped into this prefectural yamen steeped in mystery and majesty.
"Centurion Wei!" "Lord Wei!" ...
Wei Zhengxiong was clearly well-liked and highly respected within the Metropolitan Guard Bureau. After entering, everyone they encountered greeted him or bowed in salute, some with the utmost deference.
The Metropolitan Guard Bureau was enormous, with an extraordinary architectural layout, yet it was permeated by an air of grim slaughter.
"Centurion Wei."
The moment the two arrived at the main hall, a clean-shaven middle-aged man with a pale face approached them.
He too wore a Centurion's flying-fish uniform. He had refined features and a soft, almost feminine bearing, but the scar at the corner of his left eye added a touch of viciousness to him. He was plainly no ordinary figure.
Upon seeing him, Wei Zhengxiong narrowed his eyes and asked bluntly, "Centurion Chen, what can I do for you?"
Wang Chen immediately understood. This man had to be the patron backing yesterday's gatekeeper!
Could he be here to call them to account?
Centurion Chen smiled. "I would not dare presume to offer guidance. It is merely that my wife's younger brother offended Centurion Wei yesterday. I apologize to you on his behalf and hope that, in your great magnanimity, you will spare him."
As he spoke, he cupped his hands in salute.
"Old Chen!"
Wei Zhengxiong shook his head and said, "Not that I should say it, but that brother-in-law of yours is truly no good!"
"It does not matter if he offended