Superior Officer

After getting the answer he wanted, He An breathed a sigh of relief, and his running felt much lighter.

Seeing He An return home, Wang Rou anxiously asked, "Xiao An, how is your eldest brother?"

He An understood instantly.

"Eldest Sister-in-law, I can't hide anything from you."

"It's just that your behavior was too obvious. Tell me quickly, how is your eldest brother, and when will he be back?"

"He's fine. He should be back in the next two days."

"That's good."

Wang Rou breathed a sigh of relief.

Changing the subject.

He An cautioned, "Eldest Sister-in-law, I start my duties tomorrow."

"You and Ru'er must be careful at home."

"If anything happens, you can send someone to find me at the Town Martial Division, or if absolutely necessary, you can go to Brother Wang."

"Okay!"

With that, He An walked towards his room. "Eldest Sister-in-law, it's getting late. You should get some rest."

The next day.

He An opened his eyes.

After breakfast, he arrived at the Town Martial Division early.

"Brother Wang, you're here too." Seeing Wang Zheng, He An greeted him with a smile.

"I'm here."

He looked He An up and down, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Perhaps it was because He An had broken through to the Body Refining Realm, but he looked heroic and spirited now, exuding an air of martial prowess.

"Xiao An, your Yi Jin Jing practice has been effective. Why has there been such a big change? I didn't even notice it yesterday."

"I've been practicing for so long, some changes are normal."

He An replied vaguely.

"Normal?"

Wang Zheng felt something was strange.

"Xiao An, go and take attendance. Today is your first day on duty, don't be late. I'll come to see you in the prison when I have time."

"Alright!"

He An arrived at another secluded courtyard.

Several people were already standing there.

"Brother Sun!"

He An cupped his fist towards one of them.

This person was Sun Wangxian, an old member of the Town Martial Division responsible for managing their batch of newcomers.

Within the Town Martial Division.

He had been there longer than He Ping.

As for his strength, he was already in the Blood Circulation Realm.

He was only one step away from Entering the Ranks.

Among the many clerks in the Town Martial Division, he was one of the strongest.

Sun Wangxian glanced over and nodded slightly.

As they had already been assigned, everyone knew their places, so the roll call and assignment proceeded quickly.

He An was assigned to the prison.

He was accompanied by a chubby young man named Wu Wenming.

This name reminded He An of the Wu family in Fangcheng.

Fangcheng's three major families.

Wu, Meng, and Xu.

They occupied almost half of Fangcheng.

Furthermore, the family heads of the Wu and Xu families were officials, and even the county magistrate treated them with great respect.

The head of the Wu family, Wu Feng, was the Magistrate of Fangcheng, in charge of the Fangcheng county yamen's prison.

As for Xu Hetong, he was the County Assistant of Fangcheng, in charge of many affairs in Fangcheng.

If we put it in today's terms.

A county police chief, a deputy county magistrate.

Both were formidable existences.

"Brother He, how did you get in? This place isn't easy to enter," Wu Wenming said familiarly, sidling up to He An.

"I bought my way in."

He An didn't hide it.

In this place, such things were completely normal.

Wu Wenming was very surprised, the flesh on his face bunching together as he revealed a smile.

"What a coincidence, I bought my way in with money too."

"How much did you spend?"

"And you?"

The two chatted idly.

In just two minutes, they had become familiar and arrived at the prison.

For some unknown reason.

As they walked into the small courtyard where the prison was located, both felt the temperature drop several degrees.

"Damn it, didn't they say this post was easy? Why is it so cold and gloomy?"

Wu Wenming cursed under his breath.

The Town Martial Division's prison had two levels.

The first level was above ground.

It held martial artists with lesser offenses.

The second level was underground.

It held heinous criminals, all of whom were at least in the Bone Forging Realm, with several already being ranked martial artists.

He An and Wu Wenming's duty was to guard this prison.

They patrolled once in the morning and once in the evening.

As long as they confirmed all prisoners were present and no one had escaped, that was it.

In addition to this.

They also needed to record information for new prisoners.

As for cleaning and delivering food to the prisoners, that was handled by another old soldier.

Led by the old soldier.

The two quickly toured the entire prison.

A set of keys was thrown to He An.

"Kid, I think you're alright. I'll hand these keys over to you for registration."

"As for you..."

The old soldier looked at Wu Wenming with disdain. "Just follow him. I don't know how you managed it, but a martial artist eating so much?"

"..."

Staring at the old soldier's retreating back, Wu Wenming was furious.

"Old geezer, how dare you talk about This Young Master like that?"

"I think you're really looking for death, like lighting a lamp in a toilet."

"You don't know anything. This Young Master isn't fat, I'm strong."

"Once I become a martial artist, all of this will be vital energy."

He cursed for a good while.

He An chuckled lightly. "Brother Wu, don't stoop to his level."

"I believe you. Once you become a martial artist, you'll definitely slap his face hard."

"That's right."

Wu Wenming snorted coldly and looked at He An with a grin.

"Once This Young Master becomes a martial artist, I'll definitely slap his face hard."

Then, he changed the subject and asked, "Brother He, since there's nothing to do now, what should we do?"

Wu Wenming asked.

"Practice martial arts."

He An uttered two words.

Under Wu Wenming's shocked gaze, He An swaggered into the courtyard, struck a pose as if no one else was there, and began practicing. The golden numbers in his mind also changed continuously.

Working as a clerk in the prison, this was one of the benefits.

Whenever he had free time, he could practice martial arts anytime, anywhere.

He didn't even have to worry about anyone disturbing him.

This cursed place.

Rarely did anyone come here.

Ordinary criminals wouldn't be brought here at all.

Wu Wenming's eyes lit up.

However, he didn't disturb He An, merely finding a random spot to sleep.

Occasionally, he would open his eyes, glance over, and then continue sleeping.

Morning passed in the blink of an eye.

[Destiny: Water Flows to a Channel.]
[Yi Jin Jing: (7/300) Minor Accomplishment.]

"Hoo!"

After finishing the last move, He An let out a long sigh. He then wiped off his sweat and planned to go eat.

The Town Martial Division provided meals at noon.

Although it wasn't anything fancy, it was enough to fill one's stomach.

Might as well eat if it's free.

As for Wu Wenming, he had already slipped away somewhere while He An was practicing his punches.

He An didn't care, assuming he had also gone to eat.

However, just as he reached the main gate.

He saw Wu Wenming rushing over in a hurry.

He carried a cloth bag in his left hand and a pot of wine in his right.

"Brother He, let's eat together. The food at the division isn't good."

"I bought some dishes, a pork knuckle, and a bottle of wine."