He had only heard before that Yan Shuangfei had killed Zhan Xiongfei and Qin Suming, but he had never imagined that even the bandit chief of Qingyun Mountain had died by his hand.
He had seen the ferocity of those three bandit chiefs with his own eyes—last year, they had raided a village outside the city, slaughtered more than a dozen villagers, and when Qin Suming had led troops in pursuit, he had even lost five soldiers.
And Yan Shuangfei could actually take on three such vicious figures alone?
"How... how is that possible?" Zhou Zhengyi's voice trembled slightly.
He had originally thought Yan Shuangfei was merely a fugitive with decent martial skills, but now it seemed the man's strength far exceeded his imagination.
With someone like that, let alone Li San and Zhao Wu, even if Zhan Xiongfei and Qin Suming were still alive, they might not have been able to defeat him.
The rear hall fell into dead silence. Only the wind outside the window continued to howl, as though mocking his overestimation of himself.
Zhou Zhengyi leaned against the back of his chair, feeling utterly powerless—capture Yan Shuangfei?
With the motley rabble in Ancient City now, going after him would be nothing more than sending men to their deaths.
But if he did not capture him, the chaos in Ancient City would only grow worse. When that time came, he feared he truly would not be able to keep his position as County Magistrate.
Just as he sat there with knitted brows, Xue Fugui, who had been standing silently in the corner all along, suddenly stepped forward two paces.
He was short and dark-skinned. Usually, he always kept his head lowered and looked somewhat dull-witted; Zhou Zhengyi had barely paid him any attention before.
Yet now, Xue