"Marshal, we received word that the Mud Dragon Gang outside the city has clashed with someone."
The round-faced young man hurried into the county office and cupped his hands in salute.
The dark, unremarkable martial man seated in the main hall, writing up a case file, frowned and looked up. "Local gangs fighting is commonplace. They know the rules."
Shou He was still worrying over how to report the previous case file.
He had captured a notorious bandit.
The man had committed every evil imaginable—rape, kidnapping, plunder—and Shou He had beheaded him with a single halberd strike.
Yet during the arrest, he had also shattered the official road in the eastern outskirts.
"They aren't local gangs. They came from elsewhere." "They call themselves the 'Azure Robed Tower.'"
Little Huzi, round-headed and round-brained, hurriedly explained.
This was all thanks to the informants planted within the Mud Dragon Gang. Otherwise, he could not have learned of their movements so quickly.
As for how many such informants there were, perhaps only Shou He, the King of Constables, truly knew.
At the mention of Shou He, Little Huzi's face filled with reverence.
Wan Ning County had once merely been free of chaos, until this lord arrived.
His ruthless and cunning methods had swiftly brought true peace to Wan Ning County. More importantly, this lord himself possessed formidable strength.
Even the martial world still circulated legends about him.
"They've come?!"
Shou He abruptly rose to his feet.
So the Azure Robed Tower had arrived in Wan Ning County.
No wonder.
He had long since laid down rules for the local gangs and powers.
He did not care if they fought, and the county office could even clean up the aftermath.
But if they harmed the county's common people, they should not blame Shou He for