Tingjiang, City Commander Yamen.
Wen Kongxuan took his subordinate Constable, and Yang Ling's subordinate Lü Zhan, and hundreds of the Iron Clothes Department elites to seal the door.
Directly ahead is another Prefectural Soldiers team.
The leader Prefectural Soldiers has a good aura. Just like Wen Kongxuan, he is also a strong Eighth Rank!
Behind this team, there is a Sedan Chair. The Sedan Chair has landed on the ground at this moment, but the people inside have no intention of coming out.
"Wen Kongxuan, you Iron Clothes Department dare to block Tingjiang City's City Commander Prefectural Office."
"Have you forgotten all the rules Zhao State Saint Ancestor set back then?"
Prefectural Soldiers leader's expressionless face:
"Get out of the way now, Prefect just pretend you didn't see it."
Wang Shichang, who was not far away, was secretly speechless. He didn't expect that Prefect would come here in person the next day.
But this is normal, the City Commander under the hand becomes Rong Tribe Spy.
Any Prefect who learns this news will definitely be furious.
"Commander Ning, this is our Iron Clothes Department responsibility."
Wen Kongxuan smiled and handed over:
"This case involves Rong Tribe Spy, we Iron Clothes Department must handle it in a special way."
"Master Yang ordered that no one is allowed to enter Tingjiang City Commander Prefectural Office except Shangguan Iron Clothes Department!"
Commander Ning narrowed his eyes slightly:
"Prefect is the Prefect of Changhe Prefecture. If you really want to talk about it, Official Rank is a full First Rank higher than your Master Yang.
Now that Prefect is here in person, it will be fine if you, Master Yang, don't come to greet you in person.
You have to stop Prefect's carriage and horses, you Iron Clothes Department are really overbearing."
After saying that, Commander Ning suddenly looked at Wang Shichang not far away, and then his eyes fell on the leader Prefectural Soldiers beside him:
"Sun Tiejun, you are the leader of Tingjiang City Prefectural Soldiers, why are you mixed up with the Iron Clothes Department?
Let your men clear the way and drive away these Iron Clothes Constable!"
Sun Tiejun complained secretly and quickly said:
"Master Ning, this matter does involve Rong Tribe Spy. According to our Zhao State laws, Iron Clothes Department should be responsible for the supervision and handling."
Commander Ning thought for a while and suddenly waved his hand:
"Enter the mansion!"
Hundreds of Prefectural Soldierss behind him stepped forward one after another.
Wen Kongxuan also waved his hand gently.
The Iron Clothes Constable behind them all took out Powerful Crossbow and aimed at the group of Prefectural Soldiers.
Powerful Crossbow Probably ten.
From the remaining Constable, draw out Official Saber and be ready to take action at any time.
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became very subtle.
Wang Shichang and Sun Tiejun looked at each other, and both saw the fear in the other's eyes.
If a fight breaks out, things will get really bad!
People on both sides of the street had already gathered in piles. Although they did not dare to get close, they watched from a distance.
Seeing that the two sides had met with swords, a glimmer of anticipation surged in their hearts, and their eyes widened for fear of missing any detail.
Not to be outdone, Prefectural Soldiers also raised Powerful Crossbow and aimed at Wen Kongxuan.
Their number of Powerful Crossbow is thirty!
Wen Xiaoba stood behind Wen Kongxuan. Seeing this scene, he was shocked and angry. He immediately stepped forward to stop Wen Kongxuan, but as soon as he took a step, he was stopped by Wen Kongxuan.
Wen Kongxuan took a step forward and said with a smile:
"That's right, as long as you shoot me, you can enter City Commander Yamen at will."
"But, I am Eighth Rank officer of Zhao State, Eighth Rank Iron Clothes of the Iron Clothes Department, Changhe Prefecture Iron Clothes Department Anti-Theft Division Third Branch Master."
"Killing me is rebellion! If you Commander Ning have the guts, let your men do it!"
After saying this, the smile on Wen Kongxuan's face turned very cold.
Commander Ning stared at Wen Kongxuan.
After the two sides faced off for a few breaths, he turned around and walked to the Sedan Chair and whispered softly.
After a while, an old laughter came from Sedan Chair:
"Master Wen is fulfilling his duties faithfully, so I will not embarrass you, Master Wen.
Please also ask Mr. Wen to call Master Yang out. I want to have a few words with him.
After all, this matter involves Xu Zijing, City Commander.
He is my subordinate, and I still have to intervene in some matters."
At this time, a Iron Clothes Constable came out, holding three black bags in his hands.
He handed the bag to Wen Kongxuan and whispered:
"Lord Yang asks you to give this thing to Prefect. He will not come forward."
Wen Kongxuan nodded slightly, then raised three black bags and said loudly:
"Prefect, this is what Master Yang asked me to forward to you.
Master Yang said he would not come forward."
Commander Ning saw this and quickly stepped forward to take the bag.
As soon as he took the bag into his hands, a smell rushed into his nose.
Commander Ning's complexion changed slightly and he walked quickly to Sedan Chair:
"Sir, there are human heads here..."
"Bring it here."
In Sedan Chair, three figures are sitting.
One of them was a gray-haired old man.
He opened the black bag, took a look, and then slowly closed it.
Lan Yue and Lan Jiao were sitting next to him. They also saw the shape of the human head in the bag, and there was a trace of surprise in their eyes.
"This Yang Ling is hitting me. It seems that the Thousand Year Fire Ginseng also fell into his hands."
"The future life is to be feared."
The old man chuckled softly.
Lan Yue's complexion suddenly changed and he said angrily:
"How dare the Chen family!"
This Thousand Year Fire Ginseng was the Rare Flowers and Herbs he was going to take, but it was taken away by that Yang Ling!?
"Uncle, if Xu Zijing is really Rong Tribe Spy, I'm afraid someone will take this opportunity to deal with you."