Zhao Hongxiu was a little bewildered.
Because:
That middle-aged patrol officer suddenly erupted, striking down the constables he had brought with him.
The corpses hit the ground, blood flowing out.
The hall filled with a thick stench of blood.
Zhao Hongxiu was dumbfounded.
The middle-aged patrol officer smiled. "Zhao Hongxiu, you are under arrest!"
Zhao Hongxiu was even more confused.
"You slaughtered twenty-three Imperial patrol officers with exceptionally brutal methods."
"Your crimes are unforgivable!"
"Now, on behalf of the Empire and the Patrol House, I am taking you into custody!"
The moment he finished speaking, the middle-aged patrol officer appeared behind Zhao Hongxiu.
He reached out, grabbing for Zhao Hongxiu like an eagle snatching a chick.
Zhao Hongxiu's scalp tingled.
"Framing me?"
"Was this really necessary?"
"If you wanted to kill me, you could have done it directly."
"Was wasting your own men's lives just to kill me really interesting?"
Zhao Hongxiu sneered.
The middle-aged constable burst into laughter. "It has to be interesting."
"The Great Figures want irrefutable evidence."
"When I do things, if I cannot find evidence, I can only manufacture it."
"Come on, follow me back to the Patrol House."
Zhao Hongxiu sneered mockingly. "This is Peach Blossom Dock. Brother Qing's territory."
"Go with you?"
"What the hell are you?"
The middle-aged constable sneered and grabbed Zhao Hongxiu, preparing to leave.
"Once we reach the Patrol House dungeon, let's see whether you still dare talk like that!"
Zhao Hongxiu's heart stirred, and she instantly understood.
They wanted to use her to threaten Chu Qing.
Or rather:
They wanted to find leverage against Chu Qing through her.
She sneered and activated a secret inheritance, preparing to sever her own heart meridians.
As a result:
All the power in her body had been completely sealed by this middle-aged constable.