Chapter 45: Why The Hell Knock? We’re Here To Make An Arrest, Not To Visit
Crowds in the marketplace.
“Run, I dare you to run. Master Lin of Qing Tian Lin is here. Where can you run to?”
Wu Yong caught a thief and beat him mercilessly while cursing and proclaiming Lin Fan’s prestige.
The common people were initially afraid.
But when they saw the constables catching villains and bad people, they stopped to watch.
“Good, catch them well.”
“Is he that highly renowned Constable Lin, Master Lin?”
“Yes, that’s him, a truly prominent figure.”
The common people whispered among themselves.
Those trying to make a living faced the local ruffians every day, sometimes suffering unspeakably. These local ruffians had deals with the constables; even if caught on the spot and sent to the Public Security Bureau, they would be out as soon as they were sent in.
And they would face retaliation.
Over time, everyone just endured it.
But the result was that these local ruffians became even bolder, daring to verbally harass decent girls in broad daylight.
“Yang Ming, my brothers are pretty efficient, right?”
Lin Fan looked at the situation ahead and said with a smile.
“Bro, too efficient. If I didn’t know better, I’d think they were real constables.” Yang Ming had never imagined catching people could be so easy—just standing on the street with Brother Lin, and these brothers charged forward, taking turns beating them fiercely, making these local ruffians scream in agony.
“Real constables? Someday I’ll make sure they openly and legitimately eat the imperial grain.” Lin Fan said.
Huh?
Yang Ming looked at Brother Lin in shock.
How is that possible?
Joining the Public Security Bureau requires exams. Though these brothers were efficient, they were all illiterate, not knowing a single character.
Soon, Wu Yong and Qian Tao walked toward Lin Fan. They exchanged a glance and quickened their steps, arriving at Lin Fan’s side at the same time.
“Brother Lin, all caught. A total of four caught.”
Wu Yong and Qian Tao said in unison.
“Mm, good work.”
Lin Fan nodded, quite satisfied.
Qian Tao saw the common people watching and immediately shouted loudly: “Fellow villagers, no need to panic. Master Lin learned that local ruffians were bullying merchants here and specially brought men to arrest them. Wherever Master Lin is, these guys will have nowhere to hide.”
“Good.”
“Master Lin is impressive.”
“Master Lin is the savior of us common people.”
The common people cheered.
Wu Yong looked at Qian Tao in bewilderment. Damn, how are you so good at talking?
At this moment.
“Master Lin, I’m wronged!”
An untimely voice came. Everyone turned to look and saw a weary middle-aged man approaching, kneeling with a thud and wailing his grievance.
Lin Fan helped him up. He looked familiar but couldn’t recall immediately. “What grievance?”
Old Wang explained the whole matter in detail.
Lin Fan suddenly remembered: back then, when he was dining at a restaurant with Wang Changhai, something happened at a tavern on the street, and his son was taken away by constables.
Lately busy beating people, he had forgotten about it.
After finishing, Old Wang knelt again with a thud. “Master Lin, everyone says you’re a Qing Tian. Please help me.”
Yang Ming whispered in Lin Fan’s ear: “Bro, the Hu Family is a prominent family locally with strong connections. We can’t act on impulse in this matter. How about we go back and discuss with the squad leader first?”
The surrounding common people watched.
They were very familiar with the Hu Family—that was a truly great household with vast wealth. Relying on an ancestor who was a martial scholar, who didn’t climb higher but retreated bravely and returned to Yong’an, using power to develop.
A question arose in the minds of the common people.
He, Master Lin, really dares to intervene in this matter?
The Hu Family held great prestige in the hearts of the common people, one of the few great families in Yong’an that couldn’t be offended.
“Discuss my ass. Let’s go invite Young Master Hu for a chat.”
Lin Fan helped Old Wang up and led the men toward the Hu Residence.
The common people were stunned.
They didn’t expect Master Lin to really want to handle this matter?
Isn’t this like an egg striking a rock, overreaching?
……
Brothel, attic.
“Fourth Master Qin, is that the Silver Rod Lin Fan you mentioned?”
The woman speaking wore a cloud-patterned satin long skirt, looking about thirty—past her youthful innocence, fully ripened, exuding an elegant and noble aura.
Her phoenix eyes slightly upturned at the corners, gaze flowing as she stared at the receding figure, then turned back to Fourth Master Qin who was drinking.
“Sister Yan, don’t underestimate him. He’s truly ruthless. Inquire about recent events—when has Yong’an ever seen such things?” Fourth Master Qin shuddered at the thought of Lin Fan’s methods.
He thought himself fierce and domineering enough.
But compared to Lin Fan, he was like an ignorant child.
Sister Yan smiled, a smile full of charm that left Fourth Master Qin dazed. This woman was truly seductive and tempting; he really wanted to ravage her hard.
Of course, he only thought about it—he truly didn’t dare.
This woman was ruthless.
Just like the two mounds of flesh on her chest, equally domineering.
“So, you watched your little brothers get caught without stepping in?”
“Step in my ass. I realized this guy is serious, not playing house. He really arrests people, really goes all out to destroy them. I heard He Sen truly can’t get out—he’s to be beheaded. Loyalty Hall even called him for a talk, causing chaos; he cursed Chen Qingshan to his face on the spot. He doesn’t even give Chen Qingshan face. Tell me, isn’t he terrifying?”
Fourth Master Qin trembled with fear.
Thus, lately, he had been extremely low-key.
Restraining his subordinates from causing trouble.
If really caught, no one can save you.
Knock knock!
“Come in.” Sister Yan’s voice was cold.
A young beautiful girl respectfully said: “Sister Yan, Little Red was deceived and is now desperate, wanting to die.”
Sister Yan’s expression remained unchanged. She left Fourth Master Qin to wait and went to that room, where many girls were gathered at the door. Seeing Sister Yan, they were all respectful.
“Don’t rest, what are you doing here? Disperse.”
The crowd scattered.
Sister Yan entered the room and saw Little Red crying on the bed. She glanced at the scissors on the table and signaled to someone nearby, who immediately understood and took the scissors away.
She walked to the bedside and gently patted Little Red’s back.
“Sister Yan.” Little Red cried like a pear blossom in rain, tears streaming, heartbroken. “I’m sorry, I didn’t listen to you back then. I believed him, got deceived by him. I gave him silver, and my body was taken too.”
Sister Yan said softly: “Knowing now isn’t too late. Wipe your tears. Tears are the least valuable thing. Wipe them to see the road ahead clearly. The road ahead is still long.”
“Mm, got it.”
Sister Yan comforted her a bit more, then left the room. Outside, she beckoned, and a burly man immediately approached respectfully.
“Sister Yan.”
“Take men to find that sour scholar. Cut off that thing below him, throw it to the dogs, and make him get out of Yong’an. Otherwise… you know.”
“Yes.”
Sister Yan stood in the attic, gazing below, Lin Fan’s figure appearing in her mind.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, seemingly thoughtful.
Hu Residence.
Lin Fan led the men grandly over, the tightly shut gate blocking their path.
“Bro, I’ll knock.”
Yang Ming stepped forward to knock.
“Knock my ass. We’re here to arrest someone, not to visit.”
Lin Fan strode forward and kicked fiercely. With a bang, the thick, tightly shut red-lacquered gate was violently kicked open.
“Let’s go in.”
Lin Fan waved his hand grandly, truly like sweeping through.
The people behind were stunned.
So aggressive?
