Promoting Six Bosses, Bringing Ning Chuan's Head

Amidst the awestruck gazes of his colleagues, Ning Chuan, accompanied by Shopkeeper Li, Zhang Dashan, and their group, exited the Heavenly Prison.

Ning Chuan let out a cold snort, startling his colleagues into taking several steps back.

"He dismisses these colleagues with disdain. On his first day in the Imperial Guard, an insider caused trouble. Can such colleagues be trusted?"

"On the other hand, Lord Leng openly protected me. I must go thank him in person!"

"Shopkeeper Li and the others suffered because of me. I must compensate them later."

Thinking this, Ning Chuan first sent Shopkeeper Li and the others away, then headed towards Leng Hanshuang's office.

This scene was witnessed by others, some with excitement gleaming in their eyes, secretly rushing to spread the news.

"It's confirmed, it's confirmed!"

"Ning Chuan is going to see Demoness Leng again. These two really have something going on!"

Ning Chuan was unaware of all this.

Meanwhile, the County Yamen also received the news.

"What! Such a consecutive scheme, and that brat is not only fine but also promoted to Squad Leader!"

"It seems Ning Chuan really has some ability!"

County Magistrate Han Zhang stared at the Straw Bag Strategist with disbelief and a displeased expression.

"This old fool not only failed to win him over but also suffered repeated setbacks!"

"Did the family send someone like this to be my strategist?"

The Straw Bag Strategist stood beside him, his face looking extremely grim.

"Strategist Cao, it seems your plans aren't working!"

The County Magistrate said meaningfully.

Cold sweat broke out on the Straw Bag Strategist's back. When the County Magistrate said his plans weren't working, it meant he was useless.

Those in the strategist profession relied entirely on their wits to survive. If their wits were no longer effective, what else could they do?

"No, I must think of a way to change the County Magistrate's opinion of me!"

The Straw Bag Strategist's eyes darted around, and an idea suddenly struck him.

"Your Excellency, it's not that my plans are ineffective. It's just... it's just..."

The strategist hesitated, his eyes flickering, becoming hesitant as if he dared not continue.

"It's what? Speak!"

"My Lord, I dare not say!"

Seeing the usually resourceful and eloquent strategist acting so timidly immediately piqued the County Magistrate's interest.

"Speak, and I shall absolve you of any crime!"

With the County Magistrate's words, the Straw Bag Strategist mustered his courage and said, "I heard that Ning Chuan is Lord Leng Hanshuang's favorite. He is protected by Lord Leng, so ordinary plans might not be effective!"

The Straw Bag Strategist's voice grew softer and softer.

County Magistrate Han Zhang's expression grew increasingly gloomy, his handsome face gradually contorting.

"Bang!"

Han Zhang slammed his palm onto the pear blossom tea table, shattering it into pieces, and stood up abruptly.

"Is this true?"

"It's from the Imperial Guard!"

The Straw Bag Strategist lowered his head, not daring to look up. It was the first time he had seen the County Magistrate fly into such a rage.

Han Zhang's face flickered with uncertainty for a moment before he gradually regained his composure.

He sat down again, slowly returning to his calm and collected demeanor, a smile gradually appearing on his handsome face.

Han Zhang poured himself a cup of tea, drank it in one gulp, and said lightly, "I was overthinking it. Ning Chuan is just a country bumpkin. Frost is incredibly proud; how could she possibly fancy him!"

"However, since rumors have spread, they have tarnished Frost's pure and noble reputation. This brat must die!

And those who spread the rumors must also die!"

"Strategist Cao, heed my command!"

The Straw Bag Strategist quickly bowed, "Please instruct me, Your Excellency!"

"Summon the Six Great Bosses to the city tonight. Tonight, bring me Ning Chuan's head!"

"This... My Lord, it is not appropriate. Please hear my words!"

"Hmm?" The County Magistrate's displeasure was evident.

"That brat Ning Chuan is growing too fast. Why don't we ask for one of Lord's ancestral protectors to step in and kill him with a single blow? That would be a permanent solution!" the Straw Bag Strategist hastily advised.

Upon hearing that he needed to summon six bosses, he instinctively felt that bandits were unreliable. He had suffered a great loss just a few days ago.

Han Zhang's expression soured. How could he not understand such a simple truth?

Although his family had assigned him a protector, they were not to act unless it was a matter of life and death.

If he were to request his protector's intervention, he would have to report it to the family afterward, and it would result in demerits during his year-end family assessment.

This would be detrimental to his development within the family.

"No need to say more. We'll do as I've decided!" Han Zhang's tone was stern, making the Straw Bag Strategist uneasy.

"Yes!"

The Straw Bag Strategist dared not speak further and retreated with a bow.

Imperial Guard Headquarters, Ning Chuan gently knocked on the door.

"Your subordinate, Ning Chuan, requests an audience with Lord Leng!"

"Come in."

Leng Hanshuang's cool voice echoed from her office, devoid of emotion.

Entering the office, he saw Leng Hanshuang still seated behind her desk, perusing documents.

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her exquisite beauty made her appear even more refined and elegant.

"Your subordinate thanks Lord Leng!"

Ning Chuan clasped his fists in a salute, neither subservient nor arrogant.

Having experienced bloodshed along the way, he was now a little devil with nearly a thousand lives on his hands. Naturally, he had developed a certain roguish air, no longer as easily fooled as when they first met.

Leng Hanshuang remained silent, still engrossed in her documents.

Ning Chuan, bored, fixed his hawk-like eyes on Leng Hanshuang, intending to gauge this beautiful superior's depth.

"Hmm, fair skin, deep cleavage, ample front, shapely rear!

Gulp...

Ning Chuan swallowed audibly.

Leng Hanshuang looked up and happened to catch Ning Chuan swallowing.

She inwardly fumed.

"This kid, so lecherous at such a young age. What will he be like when he grows up? This illness is severe; it needs proper treatment!"

She frowned slightly, a faint blush appearing on her face.

"No need for formalities!"

Leng Hanshuang put down the documents in her hand and stood up from behind her desk.

Her graceful demeanor made her even more captivating.

She slowly took a few steps forward, approaching Ning Chuan.

Leng Hanshuang stood tall, looking down at Ning Chuan.

Being looked down upon felt extremely uncomfortable!

Ning Chuan stepped onto the stairs, standing at the same height as Leng Hanshuang.

He was already slightly taller than her.

Bowing his head slightly, the scene before him evoked lyrics from a folk song from his previous life:

"The valley is still that same deep valley, ya yi yo, White is still as white as snow, ya yi yo!

Yo ho... yo ho... wu wu..."

A faint, delicate fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

Ning Chuan lowered his gaze, his eyes nearly falling into an endless abyss.

"At this very moment, a large steamed bun is less than a foot away from my mouth. All I need to do is bend down, lean in, and... I'm so tempted... yo ho... yo ho... ya yi yo..."

An inexplicable thrill surged within him, causing a certain physical reaction.

He quickly retreated a step, slightly bending over, and secretly adjusted his angle.

Leng Hanshuang inwardly seethed, a trace of blush flitting across her face. She said, "Not bad. It's only been a few days, and you've grown quite a bit taller. I wonder how much your martial arts have improved?"

"Lord has a discerning eye. I've grown taller, and as you can see, I've also grown thicker!"

Ning Chuan rolled up his sleeve, revealing his bicep that looked like a knot of muscle, and clenched his fist to show Leng Hanshuang.

"See, it was just ordinary before, now it's thick and big!"

"Hmph, you little thief, take this palm strike!"

Leng Hanshuang's face was like frost. With a delicate shout, she raised her hand and struck towards Ning Chuan.

Though it was a slender jade hand, it felt like it was pressing down with a great mountain.

"Good opportunity!"

A smile appeared on Ning Chuan's lips. His palm flashed with a golden light, arriving before hers. He grabbed Leng Hanshuang's wrist.

Then, with a pull and a drag.

Leng Hanshuang felt a powerful force surge towards her, her body yanked into Ning Chuan's embrace by immense strength.

"Ah!"

With a startled cry, Leng Hanshuang was flipped over by Ning Chuan, her face towards the ground, pressed against his knees.