Conflict

The several constables in the distance who had also come to receive their ranks frowned slightly when they saw how young Li Changfeng was, yet chatting and laughing with Lord Wuqing.

"Who is that fellow? He seems to be acquainted with Lord Wuqing, and he's so young. He's wearing a Six Doors constable's uniform—could he also be a constable here to receive an official rank?" asked an exceptionally tall Six Doors constable who appeared to be in his forties, his face full of confusion.

The younger Six Doors constable, who looked to be around thirty, sneered. "I thought the Divine Arrest Bureau was a place of strict discipline. Who would have thought it had people who came in through the back door as well!"

A refined-looking middle-aged Six Doors constable smiled faintly. "You shouldn't say that! For you to become a ranked constable in your thirties, your Yuan Family Clan must have put in quite a bit of effort as well, no?"

The younger constable's face filled with fury upon hearing this, and he shouted, "Fan Junming! Nonsense! I, Yuan Jiamu, reached this position through my own abilities. It has nothing to do with my family! If I wanted to use the back door, would I have waited until now?"

Qi Gaofeng frowned. "Brother Yuan! This is Tianji Prefecture! Don't make such a racket here. What kind of conduct is that?"

Yuan Jiamu sneered. "Qi Gaofeng! How I conduct myself is none of your business, and besides, you're not qualified to criticize me!"

Qi Gaofeng narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression unchanged as he stood there in silence. Yet rage surged within him. Hmph! If I weren't wary of your Yuan Family Clan, killing a pretty boy like you would be as easy as lifting a hand!

Qi Gaofeng came