Li Yan said, "What? You think you're not capable enough?"
Zhang Ming smiled faintly.
"Of course not. Though I'm only a Postnatal Martial Artist, I'm confident that ordinary Innate Martial Artists are absolutely no match for me."
"Haha, with those hidden weapons of yours? Lime powder and poison, right?"
Back when he was spending time with his master, Zhang Ming had often joked that martial arts practitioners should practice using lime powder, and that poison was the way to deal with barbarians.
"Hehe, Master, stop teasing me. I stopped using lime powder long ago."
I use Super Mixed Corpse Poison now, something tens or even hundreds of times stronger and more effective than lime powder, Zhang Ming thought to himself.
"Fine, fine. Use whatever you want. Just like you once said, black cat or white cat, any cat that catches mice is a good cat."
"By the way, since you've accepted this assignment, there's some internal information you ought to know."
As he spoke, Li Yan handed Zhang Ming not only the appointment document and the Silver Badge Constable token.
He also gave him an intelligence dossier.
"Menliang City lies close to the Ten Absolute Sect. It may be called Menliang City, but it has practically become Ten Absolute City. There are a great many Ten Absolute Sect disciples within the city."
"Whether the Menliang City Garrison listens to me or to the Ten Absolute Sect is already a serious problem."
"Once you reach Menliang City, be careful. In particular, carefully screen the people within the Town Martial Division."
Zhang Ming nodded.
"I understand. Don't worry, Master. Trust me."
Screen them? Screen what? Anyone who refuses to obey can just be wiped out.
Using your brain against a bunch of weaklings—aren't you embarrassed?
Master and disciple discussed further details concerning