The Xiezhi Mirror was a supreme treasure of the Police Station. It was said to hang above the entrance to the Police Station headquarters, a bright mirror held high.
Whenever anyone committed a crime, as long as the Xiezhi Dharma Spirit was summoned, criminals and corrupt officials alike would honestly confess under its intimidating power.
The young constable immediately fell silent when he heard this. He said sheepishly, "I just couldn't stand those Westerners relying on this ten-mile foreign concession to dump their goods in huge quantities, squeezing the common people until they can barely afford to eat..."
"That's the Imperial Court's business. It's none of yours."
A trace of bitterness surfaced at the constable chief's lips.
Overturning the late emperor's decree was no easy matter.
Not to mention, since these foreign merchants could conduct business here peacefully and earn fortunes every day, could they really have no backers?
Who knew how much gold and silver had been sent to the various ministers and grand secretaries—or even into the imperial palace?
In truth, it wasn't that the Imperial Court had never received memorials from censors. They were simply rebuffed time and again by the Ministry of Rites with the words, "The laws of our ancestors cannot be changed. How could we possibly defy the late emperor's command?"
This had forced men of insight to start anew, advocating the study of Western technology and the establishment of large factories to compete with Western goods. Thus, the so-called Western Affairs faction had taken shape.
The struggle between these two factions was none other than a political factional dispute!
A few mere constables and constable chiefs wanted to get involved? Were they tired of living?
Zhong Shenxiu listened, deep in thought.
Just then, another commotion came from ahead.
"Bets are open! Bets are