Zhao Yuantong shot Huang Bingcheng a cold glance, then turned to Yin Ji. "Chief Constable Yin, can't you even control your own men?"
Yin Ji barked at Huang Bingcheng, "All of you, go back first! There's something very strange about this matter. I guarantee I'll give you an explanation!"
Yin Ji was frantic as well. They absolutely could not start fighting. Otherwise, the entire Martial Arts World of Jiangnan Circuit would once again join forces to pressure him as it had last time, and then the situation would be completely beyond his control.
Unfortunately, Yin Ji no longer possessed even the slightest authority within the Jiangnan Circuit Six Fan Sect.
Whether it was his withholding of their rewards and salaries last time, followed by his ruthless suppression, or the fact that this time he had not stood with his own subordinates but had instead spoken for the Qingping Sect, all of it had reduced Yin Ji's standing in their hearts to rock bottom.
As the saying went, without comparison, there was no gap.
Some of them had once secretly resented Su Xin for being harsh and demanding, but compared to Yin Ji before them, they now understood just how good Su Xin had been.
Thus, in the face of Yin Ji's order, the many constables present said nothing. They merely drew their weapons in silence and advanced step by step toward the Qingping Sect.
If Six Fan Sect constables could not even ensure their own safety—if they could be killed and not dare let out so much as a fart—then being Six Fan Sect constables was far too stifling. They might as well strip off these uniforms early and go back to being bandits!
The Qingping Sect's leader was also tense. If the Six Fan Sect truly dared to make