"Miss Gu, won't this completely provoke them?"
"Does it even accomplish anything?"
The teahouse on West City Street was deserted. Perhaps the owner had left in such a hurry that he'd forgotten to close up.
Three figures quietly entered.
Gu Nanzhi wore a Dark Robe, with the Wave-Riding Purple Flood Dragon embroidered on its collar. The Precious Saber she usually kept on her desk now hung at her waist.
The speaker was a man in his prime. A short, elderly man stood beside him.
The two had once been chief constables at the Yamen. After retiring, they had been hired as Attendants. Besides training the constables, they were also responsible for the safety of Blackwater City.
There was a trace of worry in their eyes.
With the Yamen's current strength, a head-on clash with the Blackwater Gang would never bring about a swift crackdown. If the conflict became a stalemate, the entire city might suffer.
But the man was only asking.
After all, the County Lieutenant had spent ten years proving her abilities.
Though Blackwater City was now in utter chaos, and its people seemed to be living in misery—many could barely even keep themselves alive—
if Gu Nanzhi weren't holding down the county office and struggling to maintain the balance, the city might already have lost seventy percent of its population. Even enduring their present hardships would be a luxury.
"Don't worry. I'm not planning anything else. I just mean to scare them a little." Gu Nanzhi walked to the counter and poured herself a cup of water.
"Scare them?" The two fell silent and instinctively glanced out the window.
Truthfully, they had already guessed. Rather than coming here to intimidate the Blackwater Gang, they were more likely here to protect someone.
The short old man sighed. He didn't