"Who dares bully my brother!" the bandit chief roared, full of righteous fury. He ordered his underling to call the other side over. His underling had been bullied, and if he, as the chief, didn't get even, how could he establish his authority?
With his chief backing him up, the bandit underling immediately stood a little taller. He kicked open the next room's door and shouted, "My chief says you can't just bully me and get away with it! He wants to have a talk with you. Anyone who doesn't come is a grandson!"
The constables were startled. In more than a decade on the job, they'd never seen anyone provoke them of their own accord.
Constable Wei shook his head with a laugh. He was the most experienced among them and had seen every kind of situation. It was just a bunch of blind fools provoking them. A small case like this, delivered right to their doorstep, was bound to come along a few times in a constable's career.
"Who's afraid of who? Let's go!"
The bandits rolled up their sleeves, eager to teach the other side a lesson. They'd only just arrived, and they couldn't make a name for themselves by stealing alone before joining the demonic cult. It was time for a dazzling debut!
Then the bandits saw a group of constables barging in, sabers in hand and identity badges hanging from their belts.
The constables were also startled to see the table piled high with gold and silver jewelry, rare medicinal herbs, spirit stones, and spirit crystals.
Why did this stuff look so familiar? Hadn't someone just reported losing these very things?
The constables: "..."
Constable Wei: "..."
The bandits: "..."
"Would you believe me if I said I found this by the roadside?"
Constable Wei