Rumble-
Black clouds pressed down on the city, and bean-sized raindrops pelted the ground outside the Black Bureau's main hall. The chief constables on standby sat along either side of the hall.
Two constables stood before them, both sporting black eyes, clearly having taken several punches.
Behind the main desk, Dongfang Liren sat straight-backed in a silver Python Robe. She examined the injuries on the constables' faces, suppressed anger in her eyes.
"What happened?"
The two constables were visibly frightened. The slightly older one lowered his head and said:
"We were patrolling Zhuji Street today and discovered a murder. The corpse was in an unusual state—it was clearly a major case. Little Wang and I found it first and were examining the body when the Six Fan Gate people arrived and drove us out..."
Clack-
Dongfang Liren tapped the desk with her sounding block.
"And then you fought them? How many times have I told you not to fight people from the Three Judicial Offices? If something happens, come straight back and find your chief constable..."
The older constable replied with his head lowered, "We weren't planning to fight at first. We were just trading insults at the door. But who knows what Little Wang was thinking? He came out with, 'I'll stab you to death with a Rear-Door Rod Jam!'..."
"Cough, cough..."
Sitting ramrod straight, She Long choked at those words. His face flushed red as he coughed several times, almost suffocating.
Even Shang Jianli's face, cold as a death spirit's, twitched a few times.
Only Dongfang Liren looked baffled.
"What does that mean?"
Constable Little Wang said aggrievedly, "I didn't know what it meant at first either. Liu said it was an advanced spear technique for attacking from behind, incredibly powerful, so I just blurted it out as