Fake Constables

Facing the constables' request to borrow a light, Feng Jun refused without hesitation. "Sorry, that's inconvenient... Find your own fire."

"Oh?" The iron-ruler constable narrowed his eyes and spoke sinisterly. "You actually dare not give my brother and me any face?"

Feng Jun glanced sideways at him, reached into the cart, picked up his crossbow, and idly played with it without saying a word.

"Enough." The saber-wearing constable spoke up. Facing Feng Jun, he said pleasantly, "You're carrying a powerful crossbow. That isn't something an ordinary person can possess. Take out your identity token. I need to inspect it."

The Eastern Splendor Continent did not prohibit civilians from carrying weapons, but bows and crossbows were relatively sensitive. They could inflict tremendous damage from afar, so the authorities regulated them quite strictly.

Crossbows in particular required little practice; even children could use them. Naturally, they were controlled even more tightly.

By now, Feng Jun was no longer a complete newcomer to this place. He knew the other party had the right to make such a request, but where was he supposed to produce identification?

He felt a trace of regret. Had he known this sort of trouble would arise, he really should have parked the carriage farther away.

But it was too late for that now, so he forced a smile. "Well... I'm very sorry, but I'm escorting goods with someone. It really isn't convenient for me to show you my identification."

He had heard Lang Zhen explain the rules of escort work. Escort agencies generally refused inspections by local authorities along the way, especially when they were carrying concealed cargo. The goods might be valuable enough to attract covetous eyes, so they kept their distance from the authorities.

Checking identification was only the first step. Once the escort agency showed