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

"Oh, it's the mad dog from the Fierce Tiger Gang." Su Bai raised an eyebrow, his disdain undisguised. "I thought it was someone else, daring to bang on the door like that in broad daylight."

With a flick of his wrist, he brandished the gleaming kitchen knife in his hand, the tip of which was pointed at Luo Haoxuan.

"Young Master, you're having a mad dog attack, want to try it? Take another step forward and see if I dare to chop you down with my sword!"

Luo Haoxuan's face was gloomy. Provoked in front of everyone, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He actually defied the chill and took another step forward, his chin slightly raised, full of arrogance that said, "I know you wouldn't dare."

brush!

The sound of wind breaking suddenly rang out!

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Bai slashed the cleaver down in a cold arc towards Luo Haoxuan's chest!

The movements were swift and decisive, so resolute that they sent chills down one's spine.

Seeing that Su Bai actually dared to draw his knife, and with such a powerful stance, Luo Haoxuan's pupils shrank, his hair stood on end, and he was terrified.

He let out a strange cry and, almost instinctively, stumbled backward, his feet swaying.

"Sizzle—"

The blade narrowly grazed his front, tearing a long gash in the brocade fabric. He could even feel the chill of the cold metal brushing against his skin.

Su Bai's strike, though seemingly fierce, was actually executed with subtle speed control, giving Luo Haoxuan just the right opportunity to dodge.

The force of the cleaver striking the empty air caused Su Bai's arm to sink slightly, and the tip of the cleaver stopped at a low point.

The scene froze completely, the air seeming to solidify.

Only Luo Haoxuan's heavy, disordered breathing remained in the courtyard, his face drained of color, then quickly flushed a deep, angry purplish-red.

Luo Haoxuan's chest heaved violently, his eyes blazing with fury as he stared intently at Su Bai.

He wished he could immediately wave his hand and have the hooligans behind him swarm forward and tear this reckless brat to pieces.

But the cold touch of having just brushed with death still lingered on his skin, making his throat tight and his legs weak. That fierce feeling was stuck in his chest, but he couldn't spit it out.

He had thought that by barging in with his men, his status and imposing manner would be enough to crush this lowly temporary constable, but now he found himself frozen in place by the other party's single blow, caught in a dilemma.

Gangs operate with an intimidating aura and a ruthless, desperate spirit. But when it comes to risking their lives and drawing blood in broad daylight, they become much more cautious.

They're now in a real bind, completely humiliated.

Just then, a commanding shout carrying an official air came from afar at the street corner:

"Suppressing Command! What's going on up there?! Are you causing a disturbance?!"

Luo Haoxuan looked up sharply and saw two constables in official uniforms running quickly toward him, their swords swaying slightly as they ran.

It turned out that when he led his men into the alley in a menacing manner, he had been seen by the neighbors. Coincidentally, a patrol officer happened to be passing by, and someone quietly reported the case.

However, when the two constables rushed up to him, their imposing manner visibly weakened and their pace slowed when they saw Luo Haoxuan, who was surrounded by hooligans and had a livid face.

"Oh...so it's Young Master Luo," one of the older constables said with an awkward smile, bowing slightly. "What...what are you doing?"

Luo Haoxuan, the young leader of the Fierce Tiger Gang, has been operating in the city for many years. Any senior constable, especially temporary constables, would recognize his face to some extent.

If the officers who came were officially employed, they might have some confidence to deal with the situation. However, they themselves were only in temporary positions. They could protect themselves, but they didn't have the confidence to confront these local bullies over ordinary disputes, nor did they feel it was worth it.

"Huh? Constable Su?" Another constable turned to look at Su Bai, who was standing with his knife, and his eyes widened in astonishment. "What... what's going on?" They hadn't expected that the other party involved in the incident was their colleague.

Luo Haoxuan was already considering retiring.

The situation was already at a stalemate, making it difficult for both sides to save face. Now, two more officials, though temporarily in charge, were arriving, representing the Zhenfu Division. It was absolutely impossible to resort to violence.

However, one must not lose in making polite remarks.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging anger, and fixed his gaze on Su Bai with the intensity of a venomous snake. He deliberately raised his voice so that everyone around could hear him:

"Su Bai! You're lucky today! Next time... you won't be so lucky!"

With that, he let out a heavy snort, abruptly flicked his sleeve, and beckoned to the equally unfriendly-looking thug beside him: "Let's go!"

Before turning away, the thugs glared at Su Bai viciously, their eyes filled with threat.

Good luck?

Su Bai sneered inwardly, watching Luo Haoxuan and his group disappear into the alley before slowly lowering the cleaver in his hand.

The knuckles turned slightly white from the force applied.

Give him some more time... then he'll see who's luckier.

The reason I held back with that last strike and controlled the speed was certainly to avoid causing a death or getting into trouble on the spot, but wasn't it also to... buy myself more time?

At this moment, the two constables were still standing in the same spot, looking at each other with blank and helpless expressions on their faces.

They looked in the direction the Tiger Gang had left, then at Su Bai, who stood calmly with a knife in his hand, and then glanced down at the cracked door on the ground, completely bewildered.

The matter seemed very serious, but as soon as they arrived, it was like water poured on a hot coal, and it all vanished with a "whoosh"?

So why did they rush over here?

The two men loosened and tightened their grip on the hilts of their waist knives, feeling as if they had done a haphazard job and were completely oblivious to their own existence.

"Brothers, thank you for making this trip." Su Bai's voice rang out at the right time, breaking the brief awkward silence.

He had already tucked the kitchen knife behind his back, a slight smile playing on his lips. He turned and gestured towards the house, "Why don't you come in for a cup of tea and rest your feet?"

"No need, no need!" The two of them waved their hands in almost unison, refusing.

The older constable forced a smile and explained, "Constable Su, you're too kind. We still have to continue our night patrol. There are rules from above, so we can't delay."

Normally, it would be common for colleagues to invite me in to rest and have a drink of water.

But it was clear to anyone with eyes that the young leader of the Fierce Tiger Gang had a deep grudge against Su Bai, and the atmosphere was tense.

They were just lowly temporary servants, cautious and prudent in their daily lives, seeking only peace and stability. How could they dare to easily get involved in such a troublesome vortex of right and wrong?

While there is camaraderie among colleagues, it's far from enough to warrant going to great lengths for each other and risking trouble.

Seeing that the two refused so readily, Su Bai said nothing more and simply nodded.

"In that case, we won't keep you two from your business any longer."

He spoke politely, but that was all he said.

The two constables clasped their hands in a fist salute again, then turned and quickly left the alley, not wanting to stay a moment longer.