Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 15 Catching the Express
Li Jing'an narrowed his eyes and stared at Chu Ning, his thoughts racing.

"Is this kid...a born monster, or does he have another secret?"

He exhaled slowly, looked at Chu Ning with a complicated expression, and said in a deep voice: "I've taught you martial arts, so how is it? Can you become a constable?"

Chu Ning raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said calmly, "Of course, but, since I've taught you everything, why not teach you a few simple moves?"

"Teach you a few more moves?" Li Jing'an's mouth twitched fiercely, and his expression suddenly became gloomy.

He thought back to the martial arts he had practiced for a year to master, but the boy in front of him only needed to practice a few times to master it even more perfectly than he had.

Teach me a few more tricks?

Wouldn't it be embarrassing to teach myself a few more moves?

Li Jingan's face darkened, he snorted coldly, turned around and walked away: "Teaching you shit! It's up to you whether you want to be one or not."

Chu Ning was slightly startled. Seeing him walk away with his sleeves swung, he quickly caught up with him and said with a smile, "Hey, hey, hey, don't be angry, don't be angry. Isn't it okay for me to be a constable?"

Li Jing'an paused, glanced at him coldly, and said in a muffled voice, "Nonsense! You've already learned the technique, and you still want to regret it?"

Chu Ning shrugged, his smile deepening: "Isn't it just that I want to learn more so that I can handle the case more confidently?"

……

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and frost was condensed on the bluestone slabs.

Chu Ning stood in front of the county government office with a knife slung over his shoulder. His dark constable uniform made his features look even more stern.

The copper bell on the eaves rang softly, startling a crow that was pecking at the leftovers.

"Hold the badge firmly."

Li Jing'an tossed over a black iron token with snake-like patterns on it. "From today on, you will be the 'Black Snake Guard' of the Qingyang Constable Battalion."

The token felt cold to the touch, and Chu Ning rubbed the raised snake patterns with his fingertips.

"What should I learn on my first day as a constable?" Chu Ning smiled slightly, his tone calm.

"Get used to it first." Li Jing'an's lips curled up slightly. "You have to stay with me and see how the county government works. By the way... I'll take you on a tour of the city."

Li Jing'an walked slowly with Chu Ning. Along the way, people looked at Li Jing'an with awe from time to time. Some shop owners even took the initiative to move some food on their stalls back when he passed by, as if they were worried about provoking something that should not be provoked.

Chu Ning noticed this and felt a slight movement in his heart.

In this world, when the weak meet the strong, and when the lower class faces the powerful, it is like a sheep meeting a tiger, and they can only instinctively fear and retreat.

He was once one of them, exploited by loan sharks, living in poverty and fear. Back then, he could only bow his head when he saw a strong man, fearing that a wrong look would result in a beating.

He remembered the days when he was forced into desperate situations, the hunger, the pain, and the dignity that was ruthlessly trampled upon.

Now, he has become a powerful person in the eyes of the weak, but that unforgettable feeling of powerlessness has never disappeared.

He looked down at his badge and tightened his grip slightly.

"As a detective, you need to be familiar with this city."

Li Jingan suddenly spoke.

“I’m familiar with its layout, its people, and its dark side.”

"Otherwise, how can you become a qualified detective?"

Chu Ning nodded silently.

He knew that Li Jing'an was teaching him how to adapt to the identity of a constable.

The two walked one in front and one behind, gradually walking to the other end of the county town.

This place is no longer as prosperous as the city center. The streets are narrow, the houses are low, and the air is filled with a damp and decaying smell.

Li Jing'an did not stop. He walked slowly into the alley, looking around as if he was looking for something.

"Chun Ning."

"Do you know what this city really looks like?"

Chu Ning looked at the dilapidated house in front of him, his eyes flashing slightly.

"The gap between the rich and the poor?" he said lightly.

Li Jingan smiled slightly, his eyes deep: "It's not just the gap between rich and poor."

"Here, there is real 'business'."

"What business?" Chu Ning's eyes darkened slightly. "Follow me."

He pushed open a shabby wooden door, and Chu Ning followed closely behind him.

Behind the door is a dark alley.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

"The Black Snake Guard specializes in investigating cases of rebellion by warriors." Li Jing'an turned and stepped into the dilapidated courtyard, his black boots breaking the thin frost. "Our first assignment is to investigate the massacre of the grain merchants in West Market."

The charred door panel leaned against the wall, and the plaque "Virtue Bears All Things" on the lintel was cracked into three pieces.

Chu Ning's eyes flickered slightly. Three days ago, seventeen people from Zhao's Grain Store suddenly died overnight. Their bodies were all bluish-purple in color. The coroner couldn't find any poison, but it looked like their vital energy had been drained out.

Li Jing'an kicked open half of the cupboard. Dark red particles were mixed in with the moldy rice grains. He picked up a grain and sniffed it, his eyes darkening slightly.

"Red blood sand, the main ingredient for refining blood pills."

When Chu Ning heard this, a picture flashed through his mind.

Half a month ago, when doing business at Shen's Leather Shop, Shen Yan had a gilded sachet hanging around his waist. Chu Ning didn't pay attention to it at the time, but the smell of blood at that moment was extremely similar to the smell of red blood sand.

He frowned slightly and was about to speak when Li Jingan suddenly stopped.

As I walked through the corridor, I saw an old beggar with disheveled hair and a dirty face curled up in the shadow of the pillar, with half a moldy pancake lying in a broken bowl.

Li Jing'an leaned over and held up a piece of silver in his palm.

"What did you see here three days ago?"

The old beggar's cloudy eyes suddenly bulged out, and his withered claws gripped the blue bricks tightly, as if he was struggling out of some nightmare.

"Ghost... a ghost with a green face and fangs!" His voice was hoarse and trembling, filled with deep fear. "It... it was lying on Shopkeeper Zhao's back... sucking... sucking his blood..."

Before he could finish his words, veins suddenly popped up on his neck and black blood gushed out from his seven orifices.

Chu Ning's eyes flashed, and the rusty knife came out of the sheath three inches, and lightning patterns surged inside the sheath.

But Li Jing'an held his wrist firmly, pointed two fingers at the old beggar's eyebrows, and spoke in a cold and ruthless tone.

"Psychiatry."

A dark and evil aura as dark as the night burst out from the top of the corpse's head, and in an instant it turned into a hideous ghost face with sharp fangs, and rushed straight towards Li Jing'an's face.

Li Jing'an flicked his fingers, and the black air let out a sharp scream as if encountering the scorching sun, and disappeared in the morning light in the blink of an eye.

He shook off the ashes from his fingertips, his eyes deep.

"The work of the Blood Refining Hall."

Chu Ning narrowed his eyes: "Blood Refining Hall?"

"They extract the blood of living people to refine blood pills." Li Jing'an's tone was indifferent, as if he was stating something very ordinary.

"What's the use of blood pill?" Chu Ning asked.

"The blood pill can help them break through their cultivation, but..." Li Jing'an paused, his eyes darkening slightly, "I think its function is far more than that."

Chu Ning clenched his fists slightly and said in a low voice: "The government doesn't care?"

"Government?" Li Jing'an scoffed, his tone filled with disdain. "As long as it doesn't affect their rule or their salaries, why would they block other people's financial resources? What's more, some people...are just protectors."

Chu Ning's heart sank.

"The rich and powerful are all protected by entry-level warriors, but the poor are not. And in this world, the poor make up the vast majority." Li Jingan said slowly.

"So they can not only exploit the poor's money, but also extract their Qi and blood to help them break through their cultivation."

Chu Ning was silent, his fingertips turning slightly white.

Why are so many people in this world so poor?
He remembered his sister's helplessness when she was forced to pay back her debts by loan sharks, his despair when his family was penniless, and the scene of himself being whipped and rolling in the snow on that cold winter night.

He used to be nothing more than an animal to be slaughtered.

Today, he relied on the Hunyuan Divine Order to overdraw his future, held the hilt of the knife, and finally stood on the other side.

But this is far from enough.

The wind blew in from the corridor, carrying a slight smell of blood.

His eyes were slightly cold, and he wanted to quickly repay the price of the second level of "Thunder Blade Technique" and then find Li Jing'an to learn other skills.

(End of this chapter)