Qingxi Prefecture City was as bustling as ever. Armed martial artists filled its streets, giving it a fierce, rugged air.
For that very reason, the Six Fan Gate in Qingxi Prefecture had a considerable daily workload, and its staffing was larger than that of ordinary prefectural cities.
The Six Fan Gate was a powerful official agency under the Ministry of Justice, responsible for keeping martial artists in check, apprehending notorious criminals, and maintaining public order.
However, it also had various internal divisions-the Punishment Hall, the Patrol Office, the Wind-Catching Hall, and others-each with different duties...
A squad of constables patrolled the streets in official uniforms, weapons hanging at their waists, their strides vigorous. Even ordinary constables in the prefectural city held the rank of Martial Talent.
And even powerful martial artists were utterly unwilling to clash with the authorities.
Besides a head constable with Hidden Force, this squad had men carrying tough capture nets. With their well-coordinated teamwork, they could subdue even a Hidden Force expert almost instantly.
Their patrols were a deterrent in themselves, reinforcing their presence. They rarely actually needed to take action.
When they did encounter disputes, they tried to settle them on the spot rather than drag them back to the yamen and waste time.
"Thanks for your hard work, brothers. Let's take a break at Old Liu's up ahead. Tea's on me."
Qin Yu looked twenty-six or twenty-seven, but despite his youth, he was already a head constable. Even in this prefectural city, he counted as a promising young man, and the seasoned constables in their thirties and forties under him respected their young superior.
"If Head Constable Qin's treating, of course we're going!"
"Heh, Head Constable Qin, any progress with that matchmaker you sent to make inquiries?"
"Head Constable Qin has Zhao Tongpan's favor.