It was not until noon that Wei Wuwei woke from bed, stretching luxuriously.
"Ahh~~~ Comfortable! I'm alive again!"
He moved his right hand. Though it was not yet fully nimble, he could already clench and loosen it freely. It seemed the injury from that finger strike had not caused much trouble beyond affecting the circulation of his true qi. At the very least, he could hold chopsticks and eat.
After washing up in his room, he went downstairs for a meal. Once everything was more or less settled, Wei Wuwei headed for the prison of the Ning'an County yamen.
A few dozen paces to the right of Ning'an County yamen's litigation hall stood the Ning'an County prison. At this moment, every constable in Ning'an County had gathered there, with County Captain Zhu Yanxu personally overseeing matters. The two highly skilled Wei Family guards had also remained here on watch after receiving simple treatment for their wounds.
When Zhu Yanxu heard that Wei Wuwei had arrived at the prison under the guidance of an official runner, he came out from within, smiling wryly.
"Patriarch Wei, you've truly made our Ning'an County officers suffer. I haven't slept a wink all night!"
Zhu Yanxu was the strongest martial artist in the entire Ning'an County official runner system, and indeed in all of Ning'an County as it had originally been. By reckoning, he was nearly a second-rate martial arts expert.
Yet he cultivated the Military Combat Fist. Once he truly fought with blood in his veins, he did not have so many concerns as those of the martial world. Ignoring pain and trading wounds for lives was commonplace to him. Ordinary second-rate experts would need several people to suppress him, while Ning'an County's constables were much worse off. Their strongest was only at the