Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

After curfew, Qian Ming and his patrolmen drank and enjoyed themselves in the city tower. As patrolmen in Yunzhou, patrolling wasn't a stressful task; they usually waited in the tower for the night watchman to return before going on patrol. The tower housed a water clock, and in addition to their primary patrol duties, they also coordinated with the guards to maintain order by opening and closing the city gates on time.

A team member said to Qian Ming with a big smile on his face: "Old Qian, if you are lucky enough to follow Young Master Zhang and have a smooth journey and rise to prominence in the future, please don't forget us brothers, okay?"

Another team member quickly chimed in, "That's right. Young Master Zhang is now a worthy scholar. He'll definitely become an official in the future! Then you'll get some money too."

Qian Ming couldn't help but burst into laughter after hearing this. He raised his glass and responded generously: "Haha, of course! Come on, cheers!" After that, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

After a while, a team member who had been staring at the water clock suddenly asked, "It's already three quarters past midnight. Why hasn't the night watchman returned yet? He should have been back by this time."

Qian Ming frowned and said worriedly, "Could there be some unexpected situation? How about we send someone to take a look?"

At this time, the team member who was drinking with him waved his hand and said calmly: "Don't worry, it's not past midnight yet. Wait until one o'clock in the morning. If we still don't hear the gong, it won't be too late to go out and look for it."

However, before he could finish his words, the night watchman ran in from outside with a panicked look on his face.

The night watchman gasped for breath and stammered, "My dear brothers... I..."

Seeing this, Qian Ming quickly stood up and supported the night watchman, asking with concern, "Uncle, don't worry, take a breath. What happened? Why are you back so late? It will be three o'clock in the morning in another moment."

The night watchman finally caught his breath and answered incoherently, "I just ran into Young Master Zhang on the road. Without a word, he snatched my club away and ran off towards the north city. I tried my best to chase him, but I couldn't catch up!"

Qian Ming asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Which Young Master Zhang?"

The night watchman drank some water and explained, "He's your general's son-in-law. I didn't report him to the authorities, so I came here to inform you. Why don't you go and take a look first?"

Hearing this, everyone wanted to show off in front of Young Master Zhang and rushed towards North City. Before leaving, Qian Ming took off a stool leg and handed it to the night watchman, saying, "Uncle, take this for now."

……

Zhang Jingwei came to the north city and unfortunately got lost. He was not a directionally challenged person but it was too dark here and every intersection looked the same to him.

Suddenly, a deep voice called out from the dim corner, "Young Master!" This sudden cry startled Zhang Jingwei, who was already on edge. He subconsciously raised the mallet in his hand and struck hard in the direction of the sound.

A scream of "Hey!" was heard, and a figure stumbled backward. In the dim moonlight, Zhang Jingwei looked closely and saw Qian Ming, clutching his face and groaning in pain. He had one hand tightly covering his nose, but blood still oozed from between his fingers.

"Master, it's me!" Qian Ming shouted while enduring the pain.

Zhang Jingwei finally saw that it was Qian Ming. He couldn't help but feel relieved, but at the same time, he felt a little guilty and surprised. "Qian Ming? Why are you so sneaky and silent? You really scared me to death!"

Qian Ming didn't bother to wipe the blood off his face. He grinned and said, "Young Master, you don't know, my home is in the North City. On weekdays, after work, I have to walk this distance in the dark to get home!"

Zhang Jingwei looked at Qian Ming's nose, which was bleeding profusely, and asked worriedly, "Are you...are you okay? Do you want to treat the wound first?"

Qian Ming waved his hands and said, "It's okay, it's okay! This little injury is nothing." As he spoke, he tried to force a smile to prove that he was fine.

Zhang Jingwei frowned and asked, "If that's the case, then why are you here instead of patrolling the streets in the main city?"

Qian Ming replied sincerely, "Master, you took away all the night watchmen's mallets. I thought you might have run into some difficult problem and needed help, so I hurried over to see if I could lend a hand."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingwei was moved. He patted Qian Ming on the shoulder and said, "So that's how it is. I was negligent. I'm looking for Gao Fei's family. Do you know where they are?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Ming immediately perked up and replied confidently, "Master Gao, I naturally know what you are talking about. Master, please follow me!"

After saying that, he turned around and led the way, taking Zhang Jingwei towards Gao Fei's house.

After arriving at Gao Fei's house, Zhang Jingwei saw a portrait on the door that looked like a door god. He nodded to Qian Ming and sent him away: "Not bad, go home and wipe your nose first. I'm going to Gao Fei's house to do something."

Qian Ming was a smart man. He didn't ask any more questions. He saluted with his fists and left.

He knocked on the door gently and it was Wang Ergou who opened it.

Wang Ergou bowed and said, "Young Master!"

Zhang Jingwei nodded at him with a cold face and went into the inner room.

A man in black reported to Zhang Jingwei, "Master, you haven't written a single word, but you still have some nerve. You're fighting on without even a drop of water."

Zhang Jingwei kicked the door open and walked straight to Tian Cao.

After the gag in Tian Cao's mouth was removed, he roared at Zhang Jingwei, "Are you the pretty boy that bitch hooked up with? Wait... are you Zhang Linsheng, Senior Zhang?"

Zhang Jingwei raised the club, pointed at Tian Cao and cursed, "Tian Wenjin, I'll fuck you!"

For some reason, Zhang Jingwei always bites his tongue every time he says the word "mother".

"Why did you scold me, Senior?"

"Not only will I scold you, I'll also beat you!"

Zhang Jingwei raised the club high in his hand, staring at Tian Cao with a gleam of anger in his eyes. The veins in his arms bulged. Tian Cao looked at Zhang Jingwei in horror and tried to dodge, but his body was bound and unable to move.

Zhang Jingwei shouted and swung the mallet down with all his might. With a rustling sound, the mallet struck Tian Cao's face fiercely. Tian Cao let out a scream, his body trembling violently, and he curled up in a corner.

Zhang Jingwei did not give up. He raised the club again and continued to attack. This time, he knocked out one of Tian Cao's teeth. After several swings of the club, Tian Cao's nose bled, his lips were swollen with blood, and his eyes were unable to open.

With a snap, the hammer was broken, and Zhang Jingwei rode on him, pinching his neck until Tian Cao's face turned red.

At this moment, the men in black around rushed up and pulled Zhang Jingwei away.

They persuaded Zhang Jingwei, "Master! Calm down! If you continue like this, someone will die! You are making too much noise and it will arouse suspicion."