A person sacrifices himself to become a saint in a chaotic world of martial arts.

Su Bai quietly moved to the back of the line, right next to Sun Hou.

The bluestone ground of the drill ground still felt damp from the night before, and the chill seeped in through the thin-soled cloth shoes.

He straightened his back and listened intently to the powerful speech delivered by the police officer in front of him.

"Brother Su, you've been late today, arriving just in time." Sun Hou turned his head slightly and asked in a whisper that only the two of them could hear, while his eyes remained fixed straight ahead, pretending to be listening attentively.

Su Bai also kept his eyes fixed ahead, but nodded very slightly and replied in a low voice, "I was so engrossed in practicing last night that I went to bed late and woke up a little late this morning."

Sun Hou had only asked casually and didn't delve into it. He gestured forward with his gaze and lowered his voice even further:

"Let me tell you, something's definitely going to happen today. See? Our boss, Constable Li, is here too, standing in the very front row."

Su Bai looked up in the direction Sun Hou indicated.

Sure enough, at the front of the group of official constables, I saw the familiar figure of Constable Li.

He was dressed exceptionally neatly today and stood ramrod straight.

"Why is the boss here too? Is something special happening today?" Su Bai asked in a low voice, curious.

"I don't know the specifics either," Sun Hou shook his head slightly, "but seeing him standing here so properly, there's no doubt he has something important to do today."

Just as the two were exchanging words in the gaps between Chen Chatou's speech, steady footsteps sounded again at the entrance of the training ground.

Two figures walked in one after the other, both dressed in dark blue police uniforms, with standard-issue knives at their waists, and solemn expressions.

"Officer Wang, Officer Li are here too?" Su Bai's heart skipped a beat.

The last time the three policemen gathered at the training ground was more than a month ago and on the day Su Bai first joined the force.

One instance was when, after a previous bandit suppression operation, the three constables appeared together and verbally commended the constables who participated in the operation.

One of them was Chen Dongquan, a person with connections.

But things have been calm lately, surely it's not another second-generation rich kid coming along?

I didn't see anyone either.

It seems that the reunion of these three taxi drivers is no ordinary event; something big is probably about to happen.

On the high platform, Chief Chen's routine speech finally came to an end.

However, the three taxi drivers did not announce their disbandment as usual, nor did they continue their sermons.

Instead, they stood side by side, silently watching the dark mass of people below the stage.

Their faces were solemn, emanating an invisible pressure that seemed to be brewing a storm.

The numerous servants on the drill ground, whether formal or temporary,

At this moment, they all sensed that something was amiss. They held their breath and stood even straighter, no one daring to whisper to each other, and they even deliberately softened their breathing.

What's going on?

Su Bai remained still, puzzled, but his eyes secretly swept over his colleagues.

He saw that many people had the same blank look on their faces as he did, and were secretly glancing around.

Some people frowned, looking puzzled.

A few of the more senior constables seemed to have sensed something, and their expressions became particularly solemn.

Time passed slowly, second by second, in the silent and oppressive atmosphere.

A stick of incense remained in the incense burner at the corner of the drill ground, its smoke curling upwards, already mostly burned away.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn has passed.

Step, step, step...

At the entrance to the training ground, clear and rhythmic footsteps echoed once more, unhurried yet carrying a unique sense of authority.

A figure walked steadily into the room against the backdrop of the gradually brightening sky outside.

The newcomer was dressed in a dark black fish-scale robe, which gleamed with a cold, hard metallic luster in the morning light, and wore an ancient-style goose-feather knife at his waist.

Most strikingly, on the chest of the black fish-scale robe, there was a lifelike bear pattern embroidered with silver thread, poised to pounce!

This is a symbol of status, an official rank badge.

In the Zhenfusi of Fenjiang County, only a handful of people were qualified to wear this "bear-patterned" official uniform.

"Greetings, Chief Constable Xing!"

As the person approached and their face became clear in the light, the three constables on the platform were the first to react, immediately bowing and clasping their hands in a loud salute.

Like dominoes being toppled,

All the officers and servants on the parade ground, regardless of rank, bowed deeply in unison, and a deafening chorus of greetings echoed throughout the entire parade ground:

"Greetings, Chief Constable Xing!"

The sound waves shook the eaves, causing dust to fall in clumps.

"Get up, everyone."

Xing Huai'an, one of the four deputy chief officers of the Zhenfu Division of Fenjiang County, walked to the center of the high platform directly in front of the drill ground.

He was about forty years old, with a square face, slightly dark skin, and a pair of small but exceptionally sharp eyes that seemed to see right through people.

He raised his hand in a gesture of support, his voice steady, yet possessing an undeniable air of authority.

"Yes, Lord Xing!"

Everyone then stood up and lined up again, but their backs were straighter than before, and their eyes were focused on the figure in dark black.

The atmosphere was extremely solemn.

"Fellow colleagues,"

Xing Huai'an spoke, and his voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

He began by giving some opening remarks encouraging everyone to be diligent in their duties, protect the territory and ensure the safety of the people. His words were appropriate and comprehensive.

Su Bai listened from below, thinking to himself:

It seems that to become a big shot, no matter the situation, one must always know how to say polite and inspiring things.

After some preamble, Deputy Chief Constable Xing finally changed the subject and got to the point.

All the officers on the drill ground pricked up their ears, and they finally understood why such a large mobilization was being carried out today.

It turns out that although the Zhenfu Division of Fenjiang County only had one main office, it was not the only place of residence.

After all, Fenjiang County is quite large, and their branch office of over a hundred people cannot possibly manage every corner of the county.

The Zhenfu Division divided the county town and its surrounding areas into four major regions, with each deputy chief officer in charge of one region.

The police officers and their subordinate teams would rotate or be transferred between different areas as needed for the mission.

Above these four deputy chief inspectors, there is a chief inspector who oversees the entire operation.

But such people are elusive, rarely seen even by messengers.

In everyday life, the "Chief Constable" that people usually refer to usually means these four Deputy Chief Constables.

This is said to be a custom within government offices.

Unless the official chief inspector is present, the title "deputy" must be omitted when addressing the deputy chief inspector.

If the chief inspector is present, a strict distinction must be made.

"In the North City area, the recent operation to raid the Black Fiend Gang failed to achieve complete success." Xing Huai'an's voice suddenly turned cold, his gaze sweeping across the audience like lightning.

"Some gang remnants have taken advantage of the chaos to escape the encirclement, making it difficult to apprehend them all in a short time."

He paused for a moment, letting the news settle in everyone's minds.

"According to reliable intelligence, one of the gang leaders and several other leaders have fled to our South City area."

Upon hearing this, a slight commotion arose in the audience, and many constables' expressions changed slightly.

Most of them had heard of the Black Fiend Gang; it was a powerful and ruthless gang in the northern part of the city.

Xing Huai'an raised his hand to suppress the discussion and continued:

"In addition, the Black Fiend Gang's vice leader, 'Black Tyrant,' also escaped with several of his close henchmen. He is currently seriously injured and his whereabouts are unknown."

His tone became more forceful, his gaze sweeping over the constables before finally settling on the group of officers:

"Listen carefully, everyone! If you discover any trace of Black Tyrant while performing official duties or in your daily life, and you are outnumbered and outmatched, you must report it immediately. You are absolutely not allowed to act on your own!"

This is not out of fear of war, but out of concern for your lives and property!

Even though Hei Batian was severely injured, he was still a true master of the second stage of martial arts – the Flesh Refining stage!

Those who follow him must also be fierce and brave.

Even if a taxi driver were to face off alone, the outcome would be evenly matched, or perhaps even more perilous!

Following the warning came an enticing bounty:

"If anyone can find definitive clues about Hei Batian, and these are verified, a reward of ten taels of silver will be given! Three minor merits will be recorded!"

If any team manages to kill or capture him on the spot, a reward of fifty taels of silver will be given! Three major merits will be awarded, plus several minor merits for the entire team!

A suppressed gasp rippled through the crowd below, and the eyes of many constables lit up instantly.

"As for the hall master who escaped, he is at the first level of martial arts, the Skin Refining Realm. Anyone who provides useful clues about him will receive a minor merit and a reward of five taels of silver! If he is captured or killed, he will receive a major merit and a reward of ten taels of silver!"

"The other leaders, and even ordinary gang members, also received corresponding rewards and records of merit based on their status and the circumstances of their captures..."

Xing Huai'an clearly stated the reward criteria one by one, his voice echoing across the training ground.

The constables were thrilled and excited, and the buzzing of whispers among themselves filled the air again, this time with excitement and calculation.

Even Su Bai, who had just broken through to the Skin Refining Realm and was full of high spirits, felt a surge of emotion and his breathing became slightly rapid.

In this world, if you want to get ahead in the Zhenfu Division, ability alone is not enough; you also need to have achievements!

Even someone like Chen Dongquan, who has connections behind the scenes, has to go to great lengths to gain some credit before he can be promoted smoothly.

Let alone ordinary servants like them who have no connections.

Solid silver, real merit.

This is the hard currency that will allow them to go far and steadily on this path!

Su Bai subconsciously clenched his fist, feeling the power of a martial artist in the Skin Refining Realm. A sense of eagerness quietly sprouted in his heart.