Cheng Han, dressed in a brand-new Patrol Officer uniform, strode down the snow-covered road. Every pedestrian he encountered took the initiative to move aside.
This was a common sight.
Patrol Officers wielded considerable authority and enjoyed a high social standing. How could ordinary people afford to provoke them? Some of the younger Patrol Officers at the Sixth Outpost did not earn much and often complained that the work was exhausting, but if asked to quit, not a single one would be willing.
There was no other reason.
The respectful, awed looks from passersby alone were enough to make them willing to persevere through any hardship or exhaustion.
Before long.
Cheng Han passed by the Vegetable Market he often frequented.
By coincidence, an argument was unfolding at the market entrance.
A middle-aged woman and a vendor were arguing heatedly over some trivial matter, while quite a few people gathered nearby to watch the spectacle.
Cheng Han stepped closer, stopped, and quietly observed.
Five seconds later.
The argument died down.
The onlookers also fell silent.
Cheng Han stared at the vendor, his gaze sharp as a blade, yet he did not say a word.
When a Patrol Officer struck such a pose, no ordinary person could fail to feel the pressure.
Just two seconds later.
The vendor could no longer bear it. He hurriedly told the middle-aged woman, "I'm very sorry. The kale mushrooms really had been sitting around too long. I'll refund you one Copper Coin."
The middle-aged woman did not press the matter. "Don't do this again."
Cheng Han smiled faintly and quickly departed.
Behind him.
Fragments of conversation drifted over on the wind.
"He's so young!"
"Could he be impersonating one?"
"You really don't know anything, do you? How could an ordinary person possibly imitate the bearing of a