The Public Security Division of the Iron Clothes Department in Xiangfeng Prefecture had become very lively.
One small courtyard was divided into two areas.
Yang Ling had selected only a few team members: Yun Ruo, Shi Xin, and Zhao Qing.
There were also two hundred constables available for deployment at any time.
The strength of the Iron Clothes Department did not lie in the individual martial prowess of its constables.
Its strength lay in the fact that, when investigating cases, the Zhao State's Iron Clothes Department could essentially mobilize every available resource.
Even the Prefectural Office had no authority to refuse.
"Steward Lu has already begun checking everyone who entered the city during this period. The investigation covers Xiangfeng Prefecture, the seventeen cities under its jurisdiction, hundreds of towns, and over a thousand villages.
"The main focus is on the docks and official roads."
Shi Xin slowly began:
"An investigation like this requires tremendous manpower and resources, and it won't yield much in the short term."
Zhao Qing said nothing. He still harbored some doubts about Yang Ling's intention in choosing him as a team member.
"Master Yang, which direction will our team be investigating?"
Yun Ruo looked at Yang Ling. "Judging by the clues we currently have, we can only screen the Black List Wanted Criminals for experts skilled in finger and kicking techniques."
"Actually, I've had a suspicion all along."
Yang Ling spoke slowly. "But pursuing this line of investigation might offend some important people."
Offend people?
Zhao Qing grew slightly wary. "Master Yang, could you be more specific?
"Who would we offend? Or do you already have a lead?"
"The timing of this case was far too coincidental. Before Lord Kong died in Xiangfeng Prefecture, there was another appalling case here in which displaced people were burned