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The voice spread into the house, and Brother Ying slammed the table in anger: "Who robbed Minnan?! Explain yourself clearly!"

The tall man quickly comforted him: "Brother Ying, calm down, he is an official."

"I'm so angry!" Brother Ying was so angry that he had no way to vent it. He walked around the main hall for a few times before sitting down again, still mumbling, "He's just a shitty yamen runner. What's so impressive about him?"

Song Yan was very self-aware and did not say anything. Even the lowest-ranking yamen runners were not people they could afford to offend, otherwise Brother Ying would not be so helpless and furious.

Gangs like theirs have always been a thorn in the eyes of the government, and they want to get rid of them as soon as possible. However, the strong dragon cannot suppress the local snake, and the government cannot easily deal with the dozen or so gangs, big and small, in Yunshan County.

The government's attitude has always been to turn a blind eye. As long as no deaths occur, the government will ignore it. Some even collude with gangs and act as a protective umbrella for gangs.

The current county magistrate just took office last year. As the saying goes, a new official starts with three things, and the first one was aimed at these gangs.

A few days ago, the government posted a notice strictly prohibiting gangs from collecting protection fees privately and gathering to fight. This series of targeted measures made Brother Ying and his gang very annoyed.

If they can’t collect protection money, so many of their brothers will almost lose their livelihood.

Brother Ying took a few gulps of cold tea, but still couldn't suppress his anger. He said angrily, "Where's Zhong Hui? Has he come back? Let him deal with it."

The short man shook his head and said, "The deputy leader hasn't come back yet."

"Forget it, I'll go." Brother Ying stood up and was about to go out.

The tall man hurriedly stopped him and begged, "The deputy gang leader doesn't allow you to deal with the people in the government office. Let Master Chen go."

"Get out of the way!" Brother Ying's forehead was bulging with veins and he was furious.

The short man said with a bitter face: "Brother Ying, please don't embarrass us."

While a few people were still arguing, the bailiffs outside the door had already rushed in.

Song Yan leaned over and looked over.

The yamen runner was wearing a knife and he looked so ferocious when he rushed in that he scared the children in the yard into tears.

"Wow——" A child started crying, and the other children followed suit. The crying was like a raging wave, one after another.

When the people in the rooms on both sides heard the noise, more than a dozen people rushed out, including men, women, young and old. Some were holding brooms, some were holding spatulas, and they looked like they were ready to fight.

The bailiffs were so frightened that they almost drew their swords: "What are you doing?"

At this time, a young man in brocade clothes walked in with a fan, "What's going on? Why are you all standing there like an idiot?"

The thirty-year-old Chen Hall Master stood up and said, "Your Excellency may search as you wish, but please do not scare the elderly and children, as they cannot stand the shock."

The young man in brocade clothes neatly put away his folding fan, glanced at the group of old and young in the yard, frowned slightly, and there seemed to be some compassion on his young face.

He immediately ordered: "When you go in to search, be quiet."

The guards put down their knives again: "Yes."

The bailiffs first searched the side rooms, but found nothing, so they came to the main room.

When the bailiffs came in to search, Song Yan looked at his nose and thought, it had nothing to do with him anyway.

The young man in brocade clothes walked in leisurely, glanced around the room nonchalantly, and suddenly his eyes paused and fell on Song Yan, then pointed at him with the fan in his hand: "It's him, the one carrying a backpack."

Song Yan was greatly shocked. He pointed at himself and asked uncertainly, "Me?"

"Yes, it's you." The young man in brocade clothes nodded and said affirmatively, "Come here."

As soon as the words fell, everyone looked at Song Yan at the same time, their eyes seemed to say: "Good boy, it was you who brought the officials here."

Song Yan shook her head frantically, I'm not, I didn't.

He wanted to ask someone for help, but he had no chance at all.

Song Yan couldn't figure out who reported him to the authorities. Could it be Manager Li? That wasn't right. When he came out of the inn, he clearly observed that no one was following him.

Or maybe the driver saw him being held hostage and called the police?

The young man in brocade clothes looked at him with a strange look for a while, and then he spoke with dignity: "Hey, what's your name?"

"Song Yan." Song Yan replied honestly.

The young man in brocade clothes raised his chin slightly: "Come with us."

Song Yan smiled bitterly. It was all over now. He couldn't wash off the blame. He spoke with difficulty: "Sir, is there any misunderstanding here?"

The young man in brocade clothes looked surprised and asked, "What misunderstanding? Weren't you kidnapped?"

Song Yan complained silently, wow, it turns out the man who was robbed was him.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard a "crack". He turned around in horror and saw that their gang leader had crushed the bowl in his hand.

His eyes were sinister, as if to say, "If you dare to talk nonsense, I will crush you to death."

"No, no." Song Yan swallowed nervously and said insincerely, "I came here voluntarily."

The young man in brocade clothes squinted at him and said, "So, you are in the same group with them?"

For a moment, Song Yan felt as if something was thorning in his back. He had a premonition that if he denied it, he might not be able to walk out of this door. He said with difficulty: "Yes."

The young man in brocade clothes closed his folding fan and tapped his palm slowly: "Did they threaten you?"

Song Yan quickly denied: "No, no, this is absolutely not the case."

The tone couldn't be more sincere.

"Tsk, boring." The young man in brocade clothes withdrew his gaze, and suddenly lost interest. He waved his hand and said to the several yamen runners, "Let's go, go back."

As soon as the bailiffs left, Song Yan said, "Brother Ying, please listen to my explanation. I really didn't report it to the authorities, and I don't know how the bailiffs found me."

"No need to explain." Brother Ying quickly interrupted him.

Song Yan took a deep breath and felt that she was about to die, then she heard Brother Ying say, "I believe you."

Song Yan covered her chest and exhaled slowly.

Their gang leader always spoke in a jumpy manner, and his little heart could hardly take it.

The words that Shouhou was about to say were stuck in his throat. He deeply suspected that Song Yan had drugged Brother Ying.

No matter what nonsense he was talking about, Brother Ying actually believed it, which was simply outrageous.

After Master Chen calmed down the others, he came to the main hall. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a strange face and asked, "Who is this kid?"

Brother Ying introduced him enthusiastically: "He is Song Dashu."

As soon as the name was mentioned, Hall Master Chen also had an impression: "So it's him."

Song Yan took advantage of the opportunity to say, "Brother Ying, I've changed my name to 'Song Yan' now."

He doesn't want to be called "Song Dashu" all the time.

"Okay, okay." It was just a small matter and Brother Ying didn't bother to take it to heart.

Master Chen turned around and said, "You guys go out first. I have something to say to the leader."

Song Yan took the opportunity to say goodbye: "Brother Ying, can I go back first?"

Brother Ying nodded and said, "You can go back first. There is nothing for you to do now."

As soon as they left, Hall Master Chen asked with a bad look on his face, "Why did he invite the officials here?"