Generally speaking, although a Chief Constable was not as busy as ordinary constables and did not need to head out on assignments from time to time, he could not exactly be called idle either. At the very least, practicing martial arts now and then was something he ought to do seriously.
After all, the position of Chief Constable rested on strength and was distinguished by martial skill. It was much like how a student's foremost priority should be studying.
Thus, Yi Guoxin's conduct drew no small amount of criticism behind his back. People felt that a Chief Constable like him was somewhat neglecting his proper duties. It was not that he could not chase women, but he ought to know when to stop.
And those with well-informed sources became even more disdainful after learning that Yi Guoxin's uncle was Tiger King, one of the Eight Divine Constables, who had lost to Xiang Yang in the battle of Divine Constables and been brutally humiliated.
Many of them held this view: You, Yi Guoxin, are a spoiled second-generation heir. No matter how high your martial arts or how eminent your status, you relied on nothing but your uncle. And that uncle had even lost to a lowborn brat like Xiang Yang—did that not all the more prove his incompetence from the side?
These people were not unaware that Yi Guoxin possessed a certain degree of ability and skill. But whether out of jealousy or resentment, they always preferred to think in the direction they wanted.
Neglecting his proper duties was only Yi Guoxin's first flaw. Being utterly shameless was his second.
Setting aside their prejudice against Yi Guoxin, he truly spared no effort in pursuing Ning Ke.
Every day, he tried some new way to curry favor with her. Every day, he