Destiny is ashes

Chapter 166 Warriors cannot be insulted!

The constable's attitude is so malicious. In addition to regional discrimination, it is also more or less anti-rich.

Of course, their actions were obviously instructed from above, and they were deliberately intended to embarrass An Jing.

——The government of Kanming City was indeed infiltrated.

An Jing narrowed his eyes and stared at the two constables in front of him. After the other party was forced to shut their mouths by the sudden chill, he raised his hand, wrote this "Temporary Resident Registration Certificate" in the most standard font and format, and walked away.

"Wait! There's something else..."

When An Jing disappeared around the corner, the two detectives finally woke up from their dream and felt extremely upset: "Why did we let him get away?"

"Why don't you say a word, kid?"

The shorter constable was the leader of the team. Seeing An Jing disappear, he was quite annoyed. He threw the registration certificate in his hand to the ground and growled, "Didn't Captain Chen say that no matter what method we use, we will find fault with him so that this kid can't even leave the house this morning!"

"I...I don't know either."

The taller constable was still a little scared. He looked towards the street corner where An Jing disappeared and murmured, "Just now I seemed to see a sword piercing my forehead... This kid is not simple!"

"That's why we have to keep an eye on him because he's not simple! If he's just an ordinary playboy, what would we need him for?"

The short constable said angrily: "Well, he has to go back to the inn eventually, we'll talk about it tomorrow!"

The two detectives left, and at the corner of the street, An Jing walked out from the shadows, looking thoughtful.

"I've been completely targeted."

In fact, there are more than just these people.

From then on, as long as An Jing stayed on a certain street for a while, a few people with obviously bad intentions would follow him on both sides. They thought they were hiding well, but An Jing knew it clearly.

They waited for An Jing to go to some remote place and then attacked him directly, but An Jing was patient and kept leading them in circles before disappearing.

But even if they got rid of this group of people, another group would soon surround them.

This psoriasis-like situation made An Jing particularly confused: "I just spent a little more money and sold a set of talismans. Is it really necessary to mobilize so many people?"

"Also, who exactly is Captain Chen? Isn't he afraid that I'll sneak into his house in the middle of the night and kill him?"

An Jing was very confused by this - how dare a mere constable be so arrogant? If a constable in the northern border of Hanhai dared to threaten a warrior like this, if his skills were not strong enough, he would find his horse or dog's head cut off and placed next to his pillow the next day!
If he still dares to be stubborn, his own head will be hanging at the door!

Warriors should not be insulted! This is the simple folk custom of the Northern Frontier!

As for kidnapping, An Jing was no novice who knew nothing about the market. He knew very well that even if one kidnapped the children of a wealthy family, he would not be able to get much ransom.

If the amount exceeds a certain limit, for the same amount of money, the big families would rather ask martial arts masters to rescue people or take revenge, and would never pay a ransom.

Even though the role he played cost a lot of money, as long as his destiny had not been awakened, according to the market conditions two or three years ago, the price should be at most one hundred and fifty taels.

Even if the price has increased in the last two or three years, it would not exceed two hundred taels.

In short, before you are sure whether you have the fate, it is not worth sending out a dozen or twenty people to watch you all day long!

"Could it be that I really protected someone from disaster?"

With this thought in mind, An Jing came to Huaiji Tea Shop to see what was going on.

However, he discovered that the situation at the originally peaceful Huaiji Tea Shop was worse than his own.

The originally clean and tidy shop had been splashed with a layer of muddy and smelly blood paint. A group of hooligans were gathered at the door of the shop cursing and swearing. The tea sets used for making tea on the spot were overturned and broken, and scattered all over the floor.

The waitress who made tea yesterday stood in front of the door, trying to stop the gang from breaking into the store, but how could she have the strength to stop them? She was soon slapped in the face, pushed to the ground, and seemed to be stepped on a few times.

However, the woman raised her hand and waited for several breaths, but nothing happened.

She raised her head in confusion, only to find that a figure had just walked along and knocked down seven or eight hooligans as easily as mowing the grass. At the moment the woman raised her head, he was grabbing the back of the necks of two hooligans with one hand each, making them butt their foreheads.

Bang!
Very loud sound, very bad head.

In just a few breaths, seven or eight hooligans were bleeding from their heads and passed out, and were thrown to the side of the road by the figure.

The remaining ruffians screamed in fear and fled in panic.

"It's the customer who bought tea yesterday..."

Jingxuan's appearance was quite good, and the waitress was naturally impressed. However, An Jing did not say much, but followed the group of escaping hooligans at a leisurely pace and soon disappeared.

"Xiao Ping. Are you okay?"

An old voice came from the back room of the teahouse, and Aunt Huai walked out quickly with a rather peculiarly shaped bamboo tube in her hand.

She was just searching for this self-defense item, but the past days were too peaceful and this item was hidden too deep, so Xiaoping could only delay for a while.

The bamboo tube was light, but Aunt Huai held it very carefully, as if she was holding something extremely dangerous.

In fact, this is indeed the case, because if An Jing saw this bamboo tube, his pupils would definitely shrink - because the style of this bamboo tube is exactly the same as the medicine tube carried by the deputy medicine envoy of Xuanming Manor!
"It's all right, ma'am."

The waitress named Xiao Ping raised her head with a forced smile. The red marks on her face had already turned blue. The gangsters had hit her hard. The old lady came forward with pity and took out the ointment from her bosom to apply: "It's all my fault. I came out too late... What's wrong with these people?"

"He was driven away by that handsome young man yesterday."

Xiaoping shook her head slightly. She felt a faint heat spreading as Aunt Huai's ointment was applied, and the redness and swelling on her face quickly subsided.

Although it was magical, she had long been accustomed to it - whenever children in the streets stumbled and got injured, Aunt Huai would use her special ointment to heal them, and Xiaoping was no exception.

She didn't care at all about Aunt Huai's self-blame: "What are you talking about? Aunt Huai has always been helping our family, and my father also often received your kindness in the past."

"If he wasn't still working outside and knew you were in trouble, he would definitely come to help you this time!"

"It's just that this group of people came suddenly. Otherwise, if you just call out, who in this street wouldn't help you?"

Just as she said, at this moment a group of young men were holding hoes and shovels, approaching the old street aggressively. It was obvious that they were neighbors who saw that something was wrong and came to help.

"Auntie, what's going on?"

"Is it the guys who wanted to buy your store a few days ago who sent them here?"

"These little bastards actually dare to come here to cause trouble? Do they really think they are the only gang members? They are committing crimes!"

"Damn it, I don't know which hero took action, but he didn't break their arms. It was a relief for them!"

The crowd tied up the hooligans one by one, slapped and kicked them, and some people reported to the police. Seeing the enthusiasm of the crowd, Aunt Huai couldn't help but murmured, "Oh, I'm really troubling you all..."

The young man in the lead grinned and said, "Of course I am! My family ran out of firewood that winter. If it weren't for you, Auntie, I would have frozen to death!"

Aunt Huai is kind to others. She gives a bowl of water to those who are thirsty and a bowl of rice to those who are tired. Over the years, she has gained a great reputation in the east of the city.

Logically speaking, no one should target this old lady who has been kind to others all her life.

It took some effort for Aunt Huai to calm down the angry crowd, persuade Xiaoping to go home, and then she closed the door and went back to the house.

The white-haired old lady looked a little tired at this moment. She sighed deeply and then sat back in the shadows.

"Xiao Shu hasn't come back for so long, and the city is in such a mess. Something must have happened to him..."

She whispered to herself with worry, "I thought these people would wait for two days, but they took action the next day. Is this yin point in the earth vein really that important?"

"If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't leave this place..."

If anyone is attentive, they will know that the Xiao Shu mentioned by Aunt Huai is none other than the guardian warrior of Kanming City, 'Wei Yang Quan Shu Zheng'!
Judging from the intimate tone, the two parties have obviously known each other for many years!
(End of this chapter)