What do you mean by "the game editor has also traveled through time"?

In the backyard of Mingchun Hall, in front of the tea shop.

Xu Shimo had no idea that their battle would take place here.

Inside Mingchun Hall, the sounds of close combat filled the air, while outside the back gate, there were fully armed and ready-to-go officers.

There were several people who were tied up, including the two thugs from the Five Poisons Gang that Xu Shimo had encountered before, as well as Zhao San and others from the Chishui Gang.

On the way, he had already learned about the current situation from Fang Jian.

I also learned about what happened that morning.

I never imagined that someone as diligent as myself would be caught by my boss for skipping work just once. Instead of being punished, I was promoted.

It became a taxi.

At that moment, the other two taxi drivers also arrived.

Lin Jing and Wang Chang stood behind a man drinking tea at a tea stall. Judging from his clothes, he was probably Han Chasi.

Lin Jing nodded to him, while Wang Chang rolled his eyes, looking quite unconvinced.

Xu Shimo stepped forward and greeted him, "Officer!"

Then he followed suit and stood at the back.

Unexpectedly, Han Bingyi directly called out his name: "Xu Shimo, right? Sit down."

Xu Shimo was stunned for a moment, and then had no choice but to obediently step forward under everyone's gaze, leaving half of his buttocks on the ground.

"This is fresh sashimi, have a taste."

Xu Shimo couldn't figure out what Han, the constable, was up to, but he had no choice but to pick up his chopsticks and do as he was told.

The fish sashimi was fresh and tender. Just as Xu Shimo's chopsticks touched the skin of the fish, he suddenly saw a pair of chopsticks flashing towards him out of the corner of his eye.

So Xu Shimo gently twirled the tip of his chopsticks, grazing the other person's chopsticks, his force controlled with remarkable precision.

This is a small technique from the Dingfeng Sword Technique. The Qi is concentrated in the wrist, neither released nor dispersed, but only a slight breeze is stirred up.

Han Bingyi was an expert as well. He let out a soft "Eh," and became even more interested. With a light touch of his wrist, he made a lightning-fast move, and the tip of his chopsticks precisely touched one-third of the way down Xu Shimo's chopsticks.

Xu Shimo neither met the attack head-on nor slammed it. Instead, he used the gentle force of the Fish-Dragon Stance to deflect the hidden force onto the edge of the table. Like a fish wagging its tail, he flicked the table and reached back towards the sashimi.

Seeing this, Han Bingyi slightly lowered the end of his chopsticks, fixed his wrist, and hooked the tip of his chopsticks back, like a knife returning to its sheath, just in time to block Xu Shimo's chopsticks.

The two chopsticks touched, producing only a very soft "tap," the sound muffled on the table.

Back and forth, the chopsticks circled, tapped, blocked, guided, and swirled above the fish sashimi.

Finally, Xu Shimo suddenly lowered his chopsticks, as if a knife were pressing down on the wind, while Han Bingyi raised his chopsticks in the same way, as if a mountain was raising its shoulder. The two chopsticks crossed lightly in the air, and the two of them withdrew at the same time.

Now both sides had a better understanding of each other's strength, and they exchanged a glance.

My heart was filled with turbulent waves.

Han Bingyi was more delighted than surprised, and his gaze toward Xu Shimo was full of undisguised admiration.

Where did Lin Jing find this treasure?

Judging from the force of the energy, he must have reached the third level of Qi and Blood cultivation. There are also traces of various martial arts techniques, indicating that he has mastered them quite well.

I've struck gold!

Xu Shimo was surprised; looking at Han Bingyi's nonchalant manner, he wondered how much effort Han Bingyi had actually put in.

After breaking through to the third level of Qi and Blood, he thought that in Chihe County, he could at least be considered an upper-middle class, if not a powerful figure. He never expected that even a minor official would be so powerful. His arrogance vanished instantly.

"I have offended you," he said.

"It's alright."

Han Bingyi chuckled and said, "You still need to be more diligent in your duties from now on, especially since I just promoted you to the position of head of the convoy. Don't let people think that I, Old Han, am bad at judging people."

Xu Shimo:

"I am willing to serve you, sir, even unto death!"

Although Han Bingyi's words were meant as a warning, it was just a formality, not a big deal, but it was indeed a small matter. However, the matter had already been resolved, and he had even been promoted.

At this point, there's no need to explain anything further.

What they want is to show loyalty!

"No, no, not at all," Han Bingyi waved his hand with a smile, then asked, "Do you know why you had to take action?"

Xu Shimo:

"These gangs are brutal and have caused great suffering to the people. They only care about profit. It's probably because Yunzhou has a lot of medicinal herbs and the profits are not distributed evenly that they started fighting."

"Pack!"

Han Bingyi simply smiled, then suddenly asked, "I heard you're a refugee from the Northwest, and that you were educated before?"

"Yes."

Xu Shimo sweated. He knew what the other person was asking, but he couldn't help but think, "Why are you asking me this? I can't exactly say that Xing Gongcao is eyeing the profits in the medicinal herb industry, can I?"

In "Ascension to the Throne," it's hard to say about Chang'an City, but in such remote places, gang struggles are never interfered with, unless someone has their eyes on something.

"Sir, as constables, our duty is to maintain local peace and protect the safety of the people. How can we, as officers of the Xing Gongcao and soldiers under your command, stand idly by while this kind of morally bankrupt gang warfare encroaches on the people's interests and wreaks havoc on them!"

Upon hearing this, Han Bingyi smiled and then asked:

"What's going on inside?"

On the field, Lin Jing's expression was usually calm, only showing a hint of blankness.

But now, this blankness has faded considerably after repeated shocks.

Wang Chang, on the other hand, stared with eyes that seemed to be comparing their size to an egg.

That can't be, right?

He was filled with shock. Had Han Chasi held back? How could the two of them fight so evenly?

How could Xu Shimo fight Han Chasi to a standstill?

Could it be that he has triple deficiency of Qi and Blood?

How am I supposed to save face then?

Recalling yesterday and then thinking about what just happened, Wang Chang, who had originally planned to challenge Xu Shimo to a duel in three days to regain his face, suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

All I hope is that Han Cha Tou will take care of the younger generation.

It wasn't until the voice of a constable brought him back to reality.

"Reporting to the Chief Constable, the noise inside has been reduced; the Five Poisons Gang has gained the upper hand."

Han Bingyi, holding his knife, strode forward, with Xu Shimo standing half a step behind him, followed by Lin Jing and Wang Chang.

Before him stood fifteen constables, each dressed in a dark blue robe, holding a sword hilt, their heads bowed and brows lowered.

It looks imposing.

"Gentlemen, we are constables, responsible for maintaining local peace and protecting the safety of the people! How can we, as soldiers under Xing Gongcao, stand idly by when those morally bankrupt gangs in this courtyard are seizing public property and causing harm to the people!"

Ok?

Xu Shimo kept his head down, but raised an eyebrow.

It's only two sentences in total, and you didn't change a single word?

Without further thought, Han Bingyi waved his hand:

"Open the door!"

The door was then broken open, and a large group of people filed in, a dark mass, holding gleaming silver longswords, and forming a battle formation.

At the tea stall, only the still-warm cup of tea, the fish sashimi that Xu Shimo hadn't yet tasted, and a few bound peripheral gang members remained.

They watched as the last person stepped into the courtyard, and then the door slammed shut.