Chapter 11 (1/2)

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Golden Staff

At this moment, Cailian Alley was already filled with people. The balconies, walls, trees all had people squatting to watch from above. They were all red with excitement, happy to watch the Prefecture Chief catch the guy who hara.s.sed his mistress…. That escalated into the Prefecture Chief catching a demon…

This was so much better than any theatre they've watched! The people of Cheng'an were ecstatic!

Other than the people who were actually involved, everyone couldn't wait until the fighting began. Blood should flow, that's what makes a good show!

Li Chengfeng's heart sank. When he heard Prefecture Chief Zhang Junheng's voice, he knew there would be no good ending today!

Zhao Xiaobao! I know you managed to save us from the black-robed men burning down the building, but our saviours are also going to be the cause of our deaths! I know you're stupid, but I didn't know you were THAT stupid!

But Li Chengfeng also knew that there probably was no other method to get people here this quickly, thus solving his problem within moments.

The black-robed leader saw Zhang Junheng. Although Zhang Junheng was in casual wear today, he held a solemn, dignified look. Every step was heavy, and based on the crowd's response, this must be Cheng'an's Prefecture Chief. He did not dare take this lightly, so he greeted the chief, “Greetings, Prefecture Chief Zhang.”

Qiu Liansheng quickly leapt to the chief's side and explained what happened in a low voice. He did not explain who the other guy was, merely describing it as if it was Su Zhixian's fault.

Although he meant well, he didn't understand that the chief was angry at the other guy, not Su Zhixian.

Prefecture Chief Zhang glared around the courtyard coldly and turned to the black-robed leader. “What evidence do you have, claiming that my beloved is a demon? You'd better explain yourself this instant! And if you can't, you won't leave this place alive!”

He waved and one hundred of his private troops drew their arrows at the same time. Although these weren't restricted weapons, one hundred powerful bows were enough to turn anyone into a porcupine.

Zhang Junheng had the look of a dignified leader- thick eyebrows, cool eyes. He was frowning, so there were wrinkles between his eyebrows. The laugh lines by his nose were deep as canyons, his tanned face was one of a person who should not be provoked!

The black-robed leader's face changed but he forced himself to calm down. He snickered, “Chief, have you been experiencing fatigue, muscle weakness and fitful sleep recently?”

Someone whispered amongst the crowds, “Nonsense, after marrying a beauty like that, any man would experience fatigue and muscle weakness!”

There was another voice, “Forget about a fifty-year old like him, even a strong twenty-year-old would be tired after working day and night with this pretty girl!”

This person emphasised the word 'working'. Everyone heard him.

The ladies covered their mouths and snickered, the men laughed- though this was the Prefecture Chief so everyone just lowered their heads and held the laughter in.

Zhang Junheng's face darkened, pretending not to hear them. He yelled sternly, “Sc.u.m! And you think that is evidence?”

Li Chengfeng's mind raced as he watched the stalemate outside. He turned to pluck a sharp arrow from inside the room and then took off the arrowhead. He then used the sharp head to cut the bed sheets into strips and then tied them up into a rope.

After quickly making his rope, he took more arrows and tied them together, making a claw shape.

Although Liu Zhixi's room was simple, the ceiling beam was high above. A fengshui master had once told her that her life's fortune was poor, she would have a big heart but a fragile life. That was why she must not live in gaudy luxury, merely a simple but wide s.p.a.ce. Her room's ceiling beams and skylight must be located high up!