Head Constable

The man was of medium build, with a square face, thick brows and large eyes, and a small mustache shaped like the character eight.

"Greetings, Head Constable Zheng."

Upon seeing him, the constables at the entrance of the South Spring Neighborhood Pacification Office repeatedly nodded and greeted him.

"Head Constable Zheng."

"Head Constable Zheng."

"..."

Greetings sounded one after another.

The newcomer gave a slight nod in acknowledgment. He strode forward and soon reached the inner area, where several large square-backed chairs had been set out. Head Constable Zheng chose the one in the middle and immediately sat down.

"Why has Head Constable Zheng come today!?"

Monkey Head asked in a low voice.

"No idea."

Chen Ping'an shook his head slightly.

Head Constable Zheng rarely appeared for the usual roll call.

The rules for roll-call reporting bound the constables, not the head constables. Besides, who had come and who had not today was no more than a matter of the roll-call clerk's strokes of the pen.

"Maybe it has something to do with the operation the day before yesterday."

Monkey Head guessed.

"Perhaps."

Chen Ping'an nodded.

The few of them stood in a corner, quietly waiting alongside the many constables. Not long after Head Constable Zheng entered, another head constable arrived.

"Constable Li."

"Greetings, Constable Li."

Some constables greeted him.

Constable Li was likewise a head constable of the South Spring Neighborhood Pacification Office.

The South Spring Neighborhood Pacification Office was responsible for more than ten streets and alleys, large and small. There were shop-owning merchants, peddlers making a living from stalls, craftsmen selling their skills, and all manner of street toughs and rogues from various trades and professions, a mixed bag of fish and dragons.

Managing and maintaining order over such a place was no easy task.

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