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

Just as everyone was chatting with Su Bai,

In the corner, a cold gaze, like a venomous snake, coiled tightly around him.

Chen Dongquan leaned against the cold stone wall, his fingers unconsciously digging into the cracks in the wall, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

He stared at the glaring black sash around Su Bai's waist, his chest heaving slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing, and he almost forced a whisper through clenched teeth:

"Damn it... He just got lucky and became a regular constable? What's so great about that! In terms of skill, he's no better than me, he hasn't even touched the door of martial arts!"

The regret of missing the opportunity that night surged uncontrollably into his mind, a bitter taste mixed with jealousy that made his internal organs clench.

Why should it be Su Bai?

Just then, a series of slightly heavy footsteps came from the doorway.

As Chen Chatou strolled in, he immediately spotted Su Bai, who stood out in the crowd, surrounded by admirers.

The fat on his face immediately tightened, his lips shrugged down sharply, and his eyes suddenly turned fierce.

"What are you all doing gathered here? Have no manners! Stand up straight now!" Chen Cha Tou's voice was like a piece of iron hitting the ground, dull and carrying an undeniable pressure.

Although he shouted these words at everyone, his hawk-like eyes remained fixed on Su Bai's face the entire time, filled with a chilling aura.

The surrounding constables immediately fell silent, like ants scattered by a splash of cold water, and quickly dispersed, scurrying back to their respective positions to line up.

The lively atmosphere just moments before froze instantly.

The warmth that Su Bai felt from the promotion and the flattery was completely extinguished by this bucket of ice water, and his face darkened, his lips pressed into a stiff line.

He lowered his eyes, concealing the cold glint that flashed in them.

Chen Chatou... he'll remember this debt.

Do they really think Su Bai is made of clay, someone who can be kneaded at will?

After Chief Chen finished his instructions and the routine roll call was completed, Su Bai received his new assignment.

As a formal constable, he assigned three temporary constables to his command: Cheng Hu, Zhao An, and Zheng Shijie.

Su Bai recognized Cheng Hu and Zhao An; he often saw them following Chen Dongquan around, even though they weren't in the same group, they were practically his lackeys.

Now, Officer Chen has specifically transferred these two to his command...

Su Bai frowned slightly, his fingertips gently stroking the sash on his waist.

Is this an attempt to plant a spy around him?

Or are you looking for trouble?

Hmph... Su Bai sneered inwardly.

We may not be able to touch Chen Cha Tou right now, but surely we can keep two temporary constables in check?

On this day of patrolling the streets, Su Bai led three people to be responsible for Da Dong Street.

His brand-new formal police uniform gleamed with an unmistakable air of authority in the sunlight.

Wherever he went, the lazy thugs and hooligans who usually peeked out from the street all shrank back, either bowing and scraping with smiles, or silently slipping into the depths of the alley. Not a single one dared to act disrespectfully in front of him.

Under the rule of the Great Qian Dynasty, official servants were registered government personnel who wielded real power.

In the eyes of ordinary people and even those from all walks of life, the man dressed in this black robe and with a black belt was already an unapproachable "official."

Indeed, this is the case. When a law enforcement officer is handling a case, as long as the procedures are compliant and the evidence is conclusive, even a low-ranking officer would find it difficult to openly suppress the officer.

This confidence naturally imbued Su Bai with a calm and dignified aura as he walked.

"Boss Su, everything is normal here," Zheng Shijie reported respectfully, leaning closer.

Cheng Hu and Zhao An followed behind, their eyes occasionally meeting, seemingly exchanging a conversation.

……

The sun was setting in the west when I finished my errand.

Su Bai was in a fairly good mood, planning to go back and continue practicing his skills. He had only taken a few steps out of the Zhenfu Division gate when a slightly hunched figure blocked his way.

Upon seeing who it was, the slight relief on Su Bai's face vanished instantly, and his eyes turned cold.

"Officer Xiang," Su Bai stopped, his voice calm and even, "What is it?"

Xiang Quan rubbed his hands together, a forced and ashamed smile on his face, his eyes darting away, avoiding Su Bai's gaze.

"Su Bai..." he began, his voice hoarse, "Uncle Xiang... Uncle Xiang is sorry. But Uncle Xiang had no choice but to suppress it... Uncle Xiang doesn't ask for your forgiveness, he just... just wanted to apologize to you in person."

Su Bai's expression remained icy.

He knew perfectly well that Xiang Quan had betrayed him and given up his credit, and that Chen Cha Tou must have been pressuring him behind the scenes.

But to say that Xiang Quan is entirely innocent? That's not necessarily true.

As a formal constable, if Xiang Quan had truly been willing to withstand the pressure from Constable Chen for his sake, he might have been able to retain his merit.

It's simply that Xiang Quan was unwilling to take risks for him and chose to protect himself.

Su Bai understood the pros and cons involved.

But understanding is by no means the same as forgiveness.

"Officer Xiang," Su Bai paused for a moment before speaking slowly, each word carefully chosen, "Considering your past relationship with my father, and... that you did indeed offer me guidance and assistance before, I will accept your apology this time, and let this matter be considered closed."

He abruptly changed the subject, looking directly at Xiang Quan, and said clearly, "But from now on, we'll each go our own way. Is that alright?"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Quan's shoulders seemed to slump slightly, and his face showed even more shame.

He remained silent for a long while before slowly nodding, uttering a muffled reply: "Okay...okay. Su Bai, I'm satisfied that you accepted this apology, Uncle Xiang."

As if remembering something, he took another half step forward and said quickly in a low voice:

"There's one more thing... Cheng Hu and Zhao An, your subordinates, are Chen Cha Tou's men. They were specially assigned to you today, so you need to keep an eye on them. Especially Cheng Hu, I heard he's made some progress in martial arts and is about to break through to the Skin Refining Realm."

"Okay, thank you for letting me know." Su Bai replied expressionlessly, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

Xiang Quan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but seeing Su Bai's aloof and unapproachable expression, he could only sigh, nod, turn around, and slowly disappear into the deepening twilight at the street corner with somewhat heavy steps.

......

Another night of diligent study and practice ensued, the sound of blades whistling through the air in the courtyard continuing until late into the night.

The next day, at the crack of dawn, Su Bai appeared at the Zhenfu Division, looking refreshed. After the routine roll call meeting, he was calling to Cheng Hu, Zhao An, and Zheng Shijie, preparing to go on patrol as usual on Dadong Street.

"Yo—!"

A drawn-out, teasing greeting pierced the slightly stuffy morning air like a sharp thorn, causing Su Bai to pause at the intersection of light and shadow within the threshold.

Su Bai slowly turned her head. She saw Chen Dongquan, accompanied by three followers, sauntering over from the other side of the corridor pillar.