Constable Xiong whipped his head around to look outside, his neck like wild grass lashed by a gale.
Yu Xiaoshan looked surprised, delighted, and puzzled all at once. "That sounds like Wan Zhao, the leader of the Green Mountain Gang."
The three members of the Divine Bow Sect looked at Li Qingxian, who said, "I thought he would only send a hall master. I didn't expect him to come himself."
Constable Xiong forced a stiff smile and hurriedly asked, "Young master, you and Gang Leader Wan are...?"
Before he could finish, a hearty laugh rang out from the doorway. "Young Master Li, Far-Reaching City has far too many donkey and horse bollocks. Don't let them dirty you."
A burly, dark-faced man strode in. The weather was cold enough to freeze people's feet red, yet he wore a thin, short shirt that exposed his arms and chest, with nothing but shorts below. He seemed entirely unaffected, as though the autumn wind took a detour around him.
The constables from the county office sucked in a breath. For Wan Zhao to address someone with such deference was no ordinary matter.
Counting everyone in Far-Reaching City, the people Wan Zhao would address so respectfully numbered no more than the fingers on one hand. Even the county magistrate did not qualify.
The Green Mountain Gang controlled all of East District City.
Even county constables going into East District City to arrest someone had to notify the Green Mountain Gang before taking action.
The constables exchanged glances, then looked at Constable Xiong.
Constable Xiong first gave Liu Yitian a pleading look. Only after Liu Yitian nodded slightly did he squeeze out a smile and hurry forward, lowering his shoulders. "Brother Wan, you're here? I was just telling Brother Liu that those filthy bastards from the