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

Luo Haoxuan's gaze suddenly turned like a poisoned knife, fixed intently on Su Bai, his undisguised ferocity and killing intent almost tangible.

He knew perfectly well that:

law?

The laws and documents of the Great Qian Dynasty are one thing, but in this Fenjiang County, in a sense, the "rules" followed by these local tyrants who have been entrenched for many years are the truly effective "laws".

This kind of loan sharking business isn't limited to just the Fierce Tiger Gang.

Behind this lies a complex web of powerful families and gangs, large and small, that have long since formed an invisible network.

Government officials?

Faced with this net, sometimes all we can do is turn a blind eye.

However, Luo Haoxuan was not entirely without scruples.

The Great Qian Dynasty still exists. Some things are nothing until they are weighed, but once they are weighed, even a thousand pieces of gold cannot stop them.

His chest heaved violently a few times as he forcefully suppressed the anger that was about to erupt. His voice was forced out through clenched teeth, carrying a deliberately restrained chill:

"Officer Su, I advise you not to meddle in this matter. We can pretend our previous disagreement never happened, and from now on, let's keep to ourselves, how about that?"

Luo Haoxuan tried to make a final "concession," but his eyes were sharp as an eagle's as he stared intently at Su Bai's reaction.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Upon hearing this, Su Bai's lips curled into a cold smile. He snorted angrily, his body remaining motionless, and his hand on the hilt of the knife became even more steady.

Luo Haoxuan's face instantly turned so dark it looked like it could drip water.

He felt he had already given in to the bottom line, but he never expected Su Bai to be so ungrateful, it was like slapping him in the face in public!

Does a lowly temporary constable who only managed to get this uniform by luck really think his Fierce Tiger Gang is made of clay?

If he really wanted to take action, it would simply be a matter of spending more money to bribe officials, from the three chief constables to the deputy chief constable; there would always be someone who could "take care" of him.

Luo Haoxuan hardened his heart, and countless vicious thoughts surged within him.

"Officer Su, this is the last time." Luo Haoxuan spoke almost word by word, his eyes flashing with suppressed killing intent, like the forked tongue of a venomous snake.

"Regarding what happened before, my Fierce Tiger Gang was in the wrong. I hope Officer Su will be lenient. In the future... on holidays and festivals, we will naturally offer you a token of our appreciation." His words were ambiguous, both an enticement and a final threat.

"Luo Haoxuan," Su Bai shook his head, his tone resolute and leaving no room for negotiation, "I'm giving you one last chance. Release him immediately! His debts can be repaid with interest calculated according to the laws of the Great Qian Dynasty, not a penny more. Do you understand?"

"How dare you humiliate my Fierce Tiger Gang like this! Get him! Beat him up first!" Luo Haoxuan was completely enraged. His last bit of reason collapsed, his eyes suddenly turned bloodshot, veins bulged on his forehead, and he roared out.

With his violent roar, the thugs who had been kicking and beating Old Li immediately turned their attention to Su Bai, their faces contorted with rage and excitement.

Luo Haoxuan's chest heaved violently, and only one thought screamed wildly in his mind:

I can't stand it! I have to kill him!

No, we can't let him die so easily!

We must beat him until his bones are broken, leaving him paralyzed in bed, wishing he were dead!

And his deadbeat father, they'd dig up his grave!

Now, let's give him a good beating and collect some interest!

Watching his men charge forward menacingly, Luo Haoxuan could almost see Su Bai being beaten bloody, and the anger that had been choking him finally eased a little.

Those hooligans were also extremely excited.

Beating up a constable, even a temporary one, is unprecedented!

If it weren't for the fact that this guy surnamed Su was so clueless, they probably would never have encountered such a "feat" in their lives.

They roared and swung their fists and the wooden sticks they grabbed at random. They were fast and strong, and they had always been able to crush ordinary people.

however.

Facing the ferocious attack of several men, Su Bai showed no fear, his composure as deep as a still pool. His eyes, sharp as knives, instantly locked onto the movement of the burly ruffian at the forefront.

The man's fleshy face trembled as he charged forward, and the iron rod in his hand, propelled by the momentum, swept fiercely towards Su Bai's left arm with a gust of wind.

A strong wind hit my face!

Just as the iron rod was about to reach him, a cold white light suddenly flashed from Su Bai's waist!

"clang!"

A crisp clang of metal rang out, sparks flying. Su Bai's standard-issue sword was already firmly held horizontally, precisely blocking the heavy iron rod. The blade dipped slightly but remained perfectly still, demonstrating the wielder's solid skill.

The rogue's attack was blocked, and the force rebounded, causing his arm to go slightly numb. Before the sneer on his face had faded, another, faster and colder arc of light appeared in his pupils!

"Whoosh—Pfft!"

The blade flashed like lightning, disappearing in an instant.

"Ah—!!!" A shrill, inhuman scream suddenly erupted.

The burly ruffian felt a chill on his right shoulder, followed by an explosive pain. He watched helplessly as his right arm, which was holding the iron rod, was severed at the shoulder, flying to the ground with a spray of blood, blood gushing from the cut.

He staggered backward, clutching his wound, letting out a pig-like wail, his face instantly turning ashen.

"Bang!"

Before he could fall, Su Bai twisted his waist and kicked him from the side, striking him squarely in the chest and abdomen.

The ruffian's screams abruptly ceased, and his massive body flew backward like a tattered sack, crashing heavily onto the bluestone slab several meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust. After rolling twice, he curled up, left only in painful twitches.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

"Wh...what?!"

The thugs who had followed closely behind seemed to have been choked by an invisible hand, stopping in their tracks. Their fierce expressions were instantly replaced by horror as they stared blankly at their companion screaming on the ground, then at Su Bai, who stood with a knife in hand, blood still dripping from its tip. Their eyes were filled with unbelievable fear.

Luo Haoxuan, who was standing to the side, was also completely stunned. The violence and smugness on his face froze and turned into a blank.

His pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at the blood-stained knife in Su Bai's hand, his heart trembling violently.

"How is this possible?! How long has he been in the Zhenfu Division? Less than two months at most! How could he already have such skills?! The strength and speed of this move... he's clearly touched the threshold of the Skin Refining Realm, almost there?!"

A chill, mixed with an even stronger killing intent, surged from the depths of his heart.

He looked at Su Bai with extreme apprehension, his gaze seeming as if he wanted to devour him alive.

"Hmph!" Su Bai flicked the blood from the tip of his blade, then turned it sharply, pointing it at Luo Haoxuan. His voice carried a cold, official authority, "Luo Haoxuan! You dared to order your subordinates to attack a regular officer of the Zhenfu Division in the street! Surrender now!"