Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

The Night Patrol Division was lax in its defenses; apart from the menial laborers, all the capable soldiers had been dispatched to hunt down the vampire monster.

The three Shui siblings quietly sneaked into the Night Patrol Division's archives.

The old cripple was organizing files in the archives with an oil lamp in hand when the three Shui siblings appeared silently behind him.

The old cripple turned his head and glanced at them, his cloudy eyes showing no emotion: "Little brat, whoever you are, this is not a place for you. Leave now, and I can pretend I didn't see anything."

Shui Yinglie grinned, drew his sword, and slashed!

The old cripple stood there, as if he had been terrified.

However, when the bandit's broadsword struck the old man's head, it didn't even cut a single hair or steal a drop of moisture from the old cripple's body. At the same time, the bandit's broadsword shattered.

This immediately plunged Shui Yinglie into extreme shock and stunned silence: "My sword, my Shui bandit's greatsword!"

"Not good, retreat!" Shui Jiwen had extremely rich combat experience. Seeing that the water bandit's greatsword couldn't even break through the opponent's skin, she immediately knew that the opponent's level must be higher than that of her and her two siblings. So she grabbed her older brother and sister and turned to flee.

My brother's Water Thief Greatsword is a famous sword ranked among the top 100 of the Turbid-grade magic weapons. Although it is only a Turbid-grade magic weapon, with this sword, my brother is invincible in battle against cultivators of the same level.

Only cultivators at the level of Food Calamity or above can withstand a single blow without injury using their physical body.

A person who can shatter a pirate's greatsword with just their bare body is terrifying; they must be a master!

The old cripple touched his increasingly balding hair: "Take one more step, and you'll die!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the three Shui siblings were in a daze when a terrifying mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood appeared before their eyes. They saw a person standing bare-handed on top of hundreds of thousands of corpses, which frightened them so much that their knees buckled and they knelt on the ground.

The old cripple, carrying an oil lamp and leaning on his cane, limped up to them and said, "Why are you all so insensible? I kindly told you to leave, but you wouldn't listen and even tried to stab me."

"You slashed me with your knife, didn't even apologize, and then turned around and ran away. That's so rude!"

"It's obvious you're just taking advantage of me, an old woman with a limp!"

Shui Yinglie looked frightened: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Shui Ningbing swallowed hard: "I'm sorry, I was wrong too."

Mizuki said, "I'm sorry, we were all wrong."

The three Shui siblings apologized quite readily, like naughty children caught by their parents after doing something wrong. They behaved very obediently, without any intention of resisting at all.

"What's all this noise late at night?" Zhou Qingfeng yawned as he walked over, and when he saw the scene before him, he was slightly taken aback: "Mr. Liao, this is..."

The old cripple, leaning on his cane, forced a bow and said, "These three little brats are ignorant and barged in to cause trouble. I caught them red-handed and was just wondering what to do with them. Now that the commander has come, let him handle them."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng glanced at the scene and immediately understood what was going on. He then smiled and said, "Mr. Liao is truly a man of great talent. With such abilities, why are you relegated to the archives?"

The old cripple hunched over and said, “Commander, time waits for no one. I’m old now and just want to find a quiet place to retire peacefully. I can’t compare to the energy and drive of today’s young people, so why bother going out and making a fool of myself?”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng knew that the old cripple was not speaking sincerely, and perhaps had some unspeakable difficulties.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qingfeng didn't delve any further. Instead, he looked at the three kneeling men and said, "I am Zhou Qingfeng, the commander of the Night Patrol Division. Who are you? Why did you break into the archives at night? What is your purpose? Tell me the truth."

Shui Ningbing and Shui Jiwen lowered their heads and remained silent, obeying their elder brother in everything.

Shui Yinglie said, "I am Shui Yinglie, he is my younger brother Shui Jiwen, and she is my younger sister Shui Ningbing. We are all traitors from Nutao City and Yushuimen. We took a job at Yuanmeng Organization in Jianta City to make some quick money."

"Someone from the Dream Fulfillment Organization is offering money to break one of your legs, Ye Tingxiu's, and Xiao Hongyun's. We've already broken Ye Tingxiu's and Xiao Hongyun's legs, and we were just waiting for you. I never expected..."

At this point, Shui Yinglie looked at the old cripple.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng nodded, indicating that he understood what was going on.

The Dream Fulfillment Organization is recorded in "Unofficial History and Secret Records". He knew that such an evil organization existed, but he had never come into contact with it, nor did he know where the Dream Fulfillment Organization's stronghold was.

Where is the Dream Fulfillment Organization's base?

Upon hearing this, Shui Yinglie answered truthfully: "On the riverbank, there is a painted boat with a red lantern bearing the word 'dream' hanging at the bow."

"Yeah, do you know who paid me for my leg?"

Shui Yinglie said, "I don't know. All the wish lists are published by the Dream Fulfillment Organization. The Dream Fulfillment Organization contacts the clients unilaterally. If you want to know the client's information, you can only ask the Dream Fulfillment Organization."

Zhou Qingfeng was just asking casually, but he knew in his heart that it was probably a fight between Feng Yun and Lu Sifu that had implicated him. Fortunately, he was able to avoid danger, otherwise he would have suffered.

The fate of the three Shui siblings who suddenly appeared is insignificant; they could be killed in the wild without even needing to be buried.

However, within the city, one must still act within the bounds of order and rules.

Capturing these three thieves who dared to assassinate the Night Patrol Commander is undoubtedly a meritorious deed.

As for the Dream Fulfillment Organization, it merely plays the role of an intermediary and has no real stance whatsoever.

Whoever pays to make a wish, the dream-fulfilling organization will help them fulfill their wish.

If others can make wishes, so can I.

The specific course of action regarding the Dream Fulfillment Organization still needs to be reported.

After all, it's unlikely that a secret organization could be located in Sword Tower City without anyone looking out for it; it all depends on the City Lord's Mansion's decision.

Putting those thoughts aside for the moment, Zhou Qingfeng smiled slightly: "Mr. Liao, I still need to trouble you to go and lock them up in the prison. When we get to the city lord, I will recommend you for a reward."

The old cripple said quietly, "There's no need to ask for credit. I just want to retire in peace. If the commander really wants to thank me, could you please have the kitchen deliver meals to me every day? My legs are really inconvenient."

Zhou Qingfeng smiled and said, "It's no big deal. From now on, I will personally deliver Mr. Liao's meals. If I don't have time, I will arrange for someone to deliver them to you, so you won't have to go through all that trouble."

The old cripple chuckled and said, "That's good; three little kids, get up, come with me to the prison."

The three Shui siblings slowly got up and were driven to prison by the old cripple.

Zhou Qingfeng also went along.

Upon arriving at the prison, the guards on duty immediately had the three Shui siblings change into prison clothes, put on handcuffs and shackles specifically for imprisoning cultivators who consumed turbidity, and locked them in a cell. The old cripple delivered them and then left immediately.

Zhou Qingfeng asked the guard on duty, "Can the cells hold them?"

The guard on duty clasped his hands and said, "Commander, the handcuffs and shackles in the prison are special magical artifacts, ranked at the turbid level. They can seal magical power and suppress physical strength. They can't even crush a chicken now, so there's absolutely no chance of them escaping."

Zhou Qingfeng nodded: "That's fine then."

The janitor on duty turned around and brought over the stolen goods: "Commander, these are all stolen goods carried by the prisoners. According to the rules, they must be registered and put into storage before noon tomorrow. Would you like to take them with you to avoid losing them, which would be difficult for me to explain."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng thought to himself, "You're afraid you can't explain yourself, but I'm the same way. If the items are in my hands and even one or two stolen goods are missing, it'll be like mud falling into my pants—even if it's not shit, it'll still be shit."

“This commander never handles stolen goods. The stolen goods are temporarily stored here with you. I will have Jin Wei handle them tomorrow.”