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Shortly after the butler left, the innkeeper, who had been hiding far away, came over.

There was a hint of worry in his eyes, and then he said to Zhang Liang, "Little brother, I heard everything you said just now with the Liang family's housekeeper."

"Take my advice and leave now before they bring anyone here."

Hearing his words, Zhang Liang smiled and said, "Boss, I know you are worried about us. But I don't believe they really have such a great power."

Seeing that Zhang Liang didn't take his words seriously, the shopkeeper shook his head, then sighed and walked aside.

Zhang Liang looked at the shopkeeper's back and couldn't help feeling touched.

He knew that the shopkeeper was doing this for their own good, which was why he was trying so hard to persuade them to leave.

But if you run away because of this little thing, how can you achieve great things in the future?

Zhang Liang slowly stood up, looked at Zhong Tian, ​​and said calmly, "Master Zhong, since the matter has come to an end for the time being, let's go back to the room first."

After hearing this, Zhong Tian nodded slightly.

Just as the two were about to turn around and go upstairs, suddenly, the door of the inn was pushed open, and more than a dozen yamen runners rushed into the store like a tide.

They were dressed in uniform official uniforms, holding swords and standing at the door in a menacing manner.

Seeing this sudden scene, Zhang Liang and Zhong Tian looked at each other, and a subtle hint of vigilance flashed in their eyes.

Zhong Tian slowly said, "The Liang family is really quick! They took action not long after returning."

At this moment, the innkeeper came forward, smiling broadly, and respectfully asked, "Gentlemen, what brings you to our inn?"

There was a slight tremor in his voice, and he was obviously frightened by the scene before him.

The leading yamen runner glanced coldly at the shopkeeper who was approaching with a smile on his face, waved his hand unceremoniously, pushed him away roughly, and shouted sternly: "Get out of my way! Don't block my way!"

The shopkeeper staggered and almost fell due to the sudden force.

Hearing that these yamen runners were not here for him, he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, but then he looked at Zhang Liang and the others with a look of pity.

The shopkeeper knew very well that Zhang Liang and his men had a feud with the Liang family just now, and now the appearance of these yamen runners was most likely sent by the Liang family.

Facing the yamen runners walking straight towards him, Zhang Liang's expression was unusually calm.

He smiled calmly, clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and asked calmly, "I wonder what brings you here to see me?"

The leading yamen runner glanced at Zhang Liang, his eyes revealing a hint of scrutiny and suspicion.

He slowly spoke, "Someone reported you for selling fake medicine! Many people have suffered from severe abdominal pain after taking your medicine. Come with us now!"

After saying this, the yamen runner wanted to grab Zhang Liang's hand and arrest him.

Meanwhile, not far away, the butler, with a smug smile on his face, muttered softly, "Damn you, brat! Now you should know how to spell the word death! How dare you offend me!"

There was a glint of gloating in his eyes, as if he had already seen the scene of Zhang Liang being taken away.

Just when the yamen runner's hand was about to touch Zhang Liang, Zhang Liang dodged it.

Zhang Liang said expressionlessly, "Sir, are you mistaken? We just came yesterday, and we are only purchasing medicinal herbs, not selling any."

The leading yamen runner frowned when he heard Zhang Liang dare to refute him, and then said sternly, "Whether there is a problem or not is not up to you to decide! Once we investigate, the truth will naturally come to light."

There was a hint of displeasure and menace in his voice.

Hearing his words, Zhang Liang frowned and said, "If you want to take us away, there should be a document! Let me see the document first, otherwise I won't go with you!"

After hearing his words, the yamen runners looked at each other, because they had no documents at all. They came immediately after receiving instructions from the Liang family.

There was a flash of panic and embarrassment in the eyes of these yamen runners. They obviously did not expect Zhang Liang to make such a request.

When the yamen runner saw Zhang Liang being so tough, a trace of impatience flashed across his face.

He waved the chain in his hand and said coldly, "The document is in our yamen. You can see it when you go there! Come with us quickly!"

His tone revealed unquestionable majesty, and he seemed to be fed up with Zhang Liang's resistance.

At this moment, Song Wen, who was on duty at the yamen, happened to pass by here.

He heard the quarrel coming from inside, frowned, and quickened his pace.

As he walked into the yard, he saw a group of yamen runners surrounding a young man and an old man. The atmosphere was tense and confrontational.

Seeing this scene, Song Wen felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

After Song Wen walked into the yard, he glanced around sharply and asked in a deep voice, "What happened here?"

The leading yamen runner heard the voice behind him and felt it was somewhat familiar, but he was so angry that he didn't react immediately.

He threatened Zhang Liang viciously, "You little bastard! If you don't come with me, I'll arrest you!"

Zhang Liang noticed Song Wen's arrival, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a hint of a sneer.

He straightened his back and responded fearlessly: "We didn't commit any crime at all, why are you arresting us?"

After hearing Zhang Liang's answer, Song Wen's face became even gloomier.

He already had some guesses in his mind, but still needed confirmation.

So, he asked again in a deep voice: "What exactly happened here?"

The leading yamen runner heard the sound coming from behind him again, turned around impatiently, and was about to get angry.

However, when he saw that the person coming was Song Wen, his arrogance disappeared instantly.

His face immediately filled with a flattering smile, and he said respectfully, "Sir, why are you here?"

Song Wen frowned, obviously unhappy with this sudden change.

He ignored the yamen runner's flattery and said bluntly again: "I don't want to waste time talking to you guys. Tell me what happened! I don't have time to chat with you here!"

Hearing Song Wen's words, the yamen runner dared not hesitate any longer and quickly nodded and replied, "Yes, yes, sir. We received a report that this guy is selling fake medicine and many people have been harmed by him."

As he spoke, he pointed at Zhang Liang, trying to shift the blame onto him.

When Zhang Liang heard the yamen runner slandering him like that, he couldn't help but snort coldly.

His eyes flashed with anger and disdain, and then he said firmly: "If you want to accuse someone, you can always find a pretext!"

"We've only been here for two days, and we're just here to buy herbs. We haven't done any business at all! I think you're being sent by the Liang family to cause trouble for me!"

When Song Wen heard Zhang Liang's words, the expression on his face instantly turned gloomy.

Although he did not completely believe Zhang Liang's words, he knew exactly who these yamen runners under his command were.

These people have long been lackeys of the four families here, so what Zhang Liang said is not impossible.

Song Wen's eyes moved back and forth between Zhang Liang and the yamen runners, as if he was weighing something.

He knew that if this matter was really as Zhang Liang said, then these yamen runners were abusing their power and framing innocent people.

Song Wen spoke slowly, his tone carrying unquestionable majesty: "I'll give you one more chance to tell me the truth. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences at your own risk!"

His voice was deep and powerful, as if every word carried a great weight, striking directly at the heart.

After finishing speaking, Song Wen stared straight at the yamen runners, his eyes as sharp as torches, revealing an invisible pressure.

This pressure was like a substance, moving towards the yamen runners, making them feel suffocated and tense.

Cold sweat began to appear on their heads and their faces turned extremely pale. They were obviously intimidated by Song Wen's aura.

After seeing this scene, Zhang Liang and Zhong Tian said nothing, but just watched the confrontation with interest.

I want to see whether these yamen runners listen to Song Wen or the Liang family.