Zhao Chongxu grabbed a handful of fish food and tossed it into the pond.
"Li Zhong, that boy brought back a pack of nobodies from outside, and now he wants to reopen that old case in Xiangfeng Prefecture.
Do you think he can pull it off?"
Li Zhong stood respectfully to one side. At those words, he merely replied calmly:
"No. Shall I go speak to Master Yang?"
"No need. Let him try. Perhaps we'll find out just which mighty figure is backing him."
Zhao Chongxu could not help chuckling, then cursed:
"He has someone powerful backing him, yet he's still that timid. I asked him to visit the Divine Martial King's Capital, and he kept refusing.
If he lands himself in serious trouble this time, I'll definitely leave him hanging for a while first."
"Department Master, that case involves the Third Prince. Are we really going to let Yang Ling keep investigating like this? I fear the person in the Palace will be angry."
Li Zhong said cautiously:
"If things blow up, the civil officials might seize the chance to suppress our Iron Clothes Department."
"How big a fuss could it cause? Once Zheng Hai returns to the Capital, the case will probably be shelved."
Zhao Chongxu said mildly, "As for those civil officials, let them suppress us if they want. Isn't that how the Iron Clothes Department has gotten by all these years?
They need us, yet they complain that we reek too strongly of blood.
What kind of logic is that?"
"That may be true..."
Li Zhong looked sheepish.
"All right, that boy is here, with his pack of nobodies in tow. Go greet them."
Zhao Chongxu spoke.
At that, Li Zhong immediately headed toward the courtyard gate and soon escorted Yang Ling and his companions inside.