Changsheng: My experience in patrolling the liver

Chapter 16: Incense Gang

"You're looking for death!" The rough man didn't see the person clearly, but became even more angry after being stopped. He turned his fists into fists and ignored everything else, wanting to compete with the person again.

Song Changming frowned and stared at the person in front of him.

Judging from his stubbled face, this man must be quite old. Why is he still so reckless?

The opponent used his fists, but he had no interest in fighting him to the end, so he just drew his sword.

The long sword at the waist was unsheathed, and the blade drew a slightly strange arc in the air, making a soft humming sound.

The next moment, with a flash of cold light, his knife was already on the opponent's neck.

A cold, stinging sensation appeared on the neck, and a cut mark was bleeding.

At this point, the rough man regained some reason from his anger, knowing that if he continued to fight, he would be beheaded.

As sweat dripped down his forehead, he also saw the official uniform on Song Changming.

There is no doubt that the people fighting with him were government officials!
Now, he felt even more disappointed.

"Disturbing public order, committing violence in the street, and attacking patrol guards are all aggravated crimes. Go and handcuff them yourself, don't wait for me to do it." Song Changming took out the handcuffs, looked at the martial artist, and said calmly.

The rough man glanced at the few "knights" who were drinking with him.

They were just chatting together, but now they have all disappeared.

Obviously, compared to him, the others were quite smart and had no intention of rushing into the heat of the moment to rescue him.

In fact, the other people who were traveling with them were also speechless. They said that the government was inactive and useless, and they wished they could break into the Patrol Office alone tonight, rob the prison and rescue those loyal and righteous people.

But this was just talk. Who would have thought that this rough man would take it seriously and actually attack the patrol guard?
The rough man gritted his teeth and shouted, "Go to hell, you bastard!"

As he spoke, he was about to take something out of his body.

Song Changming's eyes flashed, and he turned the long sword in his hand, accelerating it suddenly, cutting the opponent's wrist and accurately cutting the tendons, leaving the opponent no chance to throw hidden weapons.

Then he hit the rough man on the back of the head with the back of the knife.

With a series of smooth moves, the opponent fainted on the spot without even a sound.

"It's okay." Song Changming said to the shopkeeper, and picked up the two-hundred-pound rough man as easily as if he was picking up a rag bag, without any weight at all.

"Thank you, officer. If it weren't for you today, I would have been beaten." The shopkeeper bowed to Song Changming repeatedly.

As Song Changming began to govern this area, many shop owners now recognize him as the newly appointed young patrolman.

When they met Song Changming on weekdays, they were always polite and called him "Officer".

"What's wrong with him?" Song Changming asked, looking at the old man lying on the ground.

"It was this old fellow who caused the trouble today. I felt sorry for him and gave him some food. I had planned to let him help in the kitchen as a waiter.

Who knew this old man didn't know how to behave, he stole wine from the store every now and then, and today he was caught stealing money, how could I keep him? I was just about to chase him away, but then I met this evil star, who didn't know right from wrong and wanted to attack me as soon as he saw me."

The shopkeeper explained the whole story. Song Changming glanced at the old man. Since the shopkeeper had no intention of sending the old man to report to the police, he was too lazy to meddle in other people's business and just left with the martial artist in his hand.

There were three people sitting by the window in a corner of the restaurant.

Two maids with swords on their waists and wearing white brocade robes, and a young man wearing a long gown and a black hat.

One of the waitresses was smart, while the other was stern. Both looked extremely heroic. Even when they were sitting on a bench, they kept their backs straight, their feet were ready to exert force at any time, and they were alert to their surroundings intentionally or unintentionally.

The waitress who looked smarter watched Song Changming leave and suddenly smiled.

"Sir, are you happy today?" The young man looked fair and handsome. He looked away and said, "I didn't expect that a small city patrol guard has such a good swordsmanship. With this skill, he should be able to be a patrol leader."

The waitress with a stern face shook her head and explained: "His sword skills are indeed good enough, but his body training level is a little poor. It seems that he has just started to practice body training, but his strength is not small. He should have focused on bone strengthening.

Considering that this patrol guard looks so young, it won't be a problem for him to become the patrol chief in the future."

Another maid said, "If you are interested in that little patrol guard, why not recruit him to work under you?"

The young man shook his head without saying anything, stirring the wine in the glass with a pair of chopsticks, as if he had something else on his mind.

To him, a small city patrol guard, even if he had good potential among the patrol guards, was not worthy of his attention.

"Let's go and relax. It's time to go back."

In the evening, Song Changming returned home carrying a few pounds of beef and mutton, as well as a jar of fine wine.

The meat and wine were a thank-you gift from the restaurant owner to Song Changming during the day.

Since Song Changming couldn't simply refuse, he accepted it with a smile.

This is also one of the benefits of being a patrol guard. He only needs to build good relationships with the merchants while patrolling the streets, give them small favors, and not make things difficult for them.

After getting to know each other, they would naturally give Song Changming some benefits and take care of each other.

Unlike night watchmen who can only touch second-hand corpses, patrol guards have many ways to make money.

Song Changming would not claim to be upright and would not take any benefits he could get. He only needed to stick to the bottom line in his heart, not do evil, and not be greedy.

"If my dad sees this wine, he'll probably become greedy for it," Song Changming muttered to himself as he walked on the road.

He himself didn't like drinking, and the reason he asked for this jar of wine was to prepare it for his old father at home.

In the Baiyi Street, it was still night and it wasn't raining. A few strange people wearing straw raincoats and bamboo hats walked past an old crooked tree.

"Who is it?" Song's mother heard the noise outside the yard, walked out of the kitchen, and saw these people wearing straw raincoats. Her expression suddenly changed.

"You, what are you going to do?!"

"Auntie, don't panic. I just heard that your husband has a chronic illness, so I specially sent you some life-saving incense. Just light it, and the disease will be cured in three days." One of the men in straw raincoats said.

Her voice was that of an elderly woman, with a somewhat hoarse throat. As she spoke, she took out three red incense sticks from her wide sleeves and gave them to Mother Song.

When Mother Song saw this, she waved her hands repeatedly and said in a panic, "No, it's not necessary. My husband's illness has been cured."

"Are you well?" The old woman was startled, exchanged glances with the other men in straw raincoats, and then continued.

"It doesn't matter. Even if it doesn't cure diseases, this incense can be used to call on gods, such as the God of Wealth and the God of Fortune. It's very useful."

As she spoke, the old woman handed the three incense sticks in her hand to Song's mother inside the fence.

"No, our family doesn't want it." Song's mother shook her head repeatedly, as if she didn't want to have anything to do with these people at all.

"We come here with good intentions to offer incense, why don't you accept it!" One of the taller men in straw raincoats could not help but snorted coldly and said in a low voice.

As they spoke, several men in straw raincoats made as if to cross the fence and enter the yard.

"What are you doing!" Song's father heard the noise, walked out of the room with a carrying pole in both hands, and shouted.

"If you dare to break in, I will report to the police. I am not afraid to tell you that my son is a patrolman in the Patrol Armor Division!"

After these words were spoken, the men in straw raincoats calmed down a little, but they were still unyielding, as if they would not leave unless Song's father and mother accepted the three incense sticks.

(End of this chapter)