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

"What? You won't let the guards in of this gambling den?" Su Bai stopped in his tracks, not turning around, but only turning half his face to look coldly towards the door.

"What are you saying, Officer Su? I just don't know what brings you here. I'd like to inform you so as not to neglect you two officers." The two ruffians had fawning smiles on their faces, but their bodies were as if nailed to the ground, blocking Su Bai's path.

"Go and announce my arrival yourself. I need to go in now!" Su Bai frowned, his voice revealing impatience.

"Don't rush, Officer Su. Can you go in after I announce your arrival?" The two ruffians spoke softly, but they didn't budge an inch, their eyes hiding a hint of smug mockery.

The Fierce Tiger Gang knew long ago that the day for collecting donations had arrived, and they even knew that the person they sent was Su Bai.

At this moment, they deliberately blocked the doorway, giving him a subtle but firm warning.

This was originally an order given personally by the gang leader.

It is said that there are also people in the Zhenfu Division who don't like Su Bai.

Such a job, which could both please the superiors and humiliate the servants, was naturally sought after by everyone.

The two of them managed to snag this "lucky job" precisely because they had met Su Bai before.

"What a show of power! They actually expect me, a mere constable, to wait outside?"

Swish!

Su Bai moved without warning.

The sound of a sword being drawn was sharp and piercing, and a bright, cold light sliced ​​through the air, precisely positioned against the neck of a ruffian.

The blade pressed tightly against the skin, icy cold.

There was a sudden silence all around.

The smiles on the two hooligans' faces froze instantly, turning into stiff blankness, as if they had never expected Su Bai to actually use a knife.

"Get out of here!"

With a flick of his wrist, Su Bai deftly swung the blade left and right, striking the two ruffians squarely on the cheeks with the flat of the blade. The two cried out in pain, blood seeping from their mouths, and staggered to either side.

Su Bai sheathed his sword without even raising his eyelids, and strode straight toward the entrance of the gambling den.

Zheng Shijie, who was standing behind, was dumbfounded.

Although I know this leader is quite capable, is such a tough stance really appropriate?

He was filled with anxiety, fearing that Su Bai would be beaten out with sticks at any moment.

Seeing that Su Bai's figure had disappeared into the doorway, Zheng Shijie hurriedly composed himself, hesitated for a moment, and finally followed after him.

The gambling den was filled with smoke and bustling with noise.

The sounds of dice clashing, gamblers shouting, and coins clattering all blended together.

The moment the two stepped inside, they immediately attracted a lot of attention.

It was truly rare for officers from the Zhenfu Division to come to such a place.

Several thugs who regularly roamed the gambling den were taken aback at first, then exchanged glances and slowly gathered from all directions, forming a swarm.

"Officer Su, what brings you here? You didn't even give me a heads-up!" A shirtless ruffian with a ferocious tiger's head tattooed on his chest shouted, trying to drown out the surrounding noise.

"Are you in charge?" Su Bai asked indifferently, continuing to walk towards the back of the gambling den without stopping.

"Officer Su, do you need to see our manager? What is it?" The ruffian stepped forward and blocked his way again.

"That's none of your business." Su Bai finally stopped, glancing at him. "You're not in charge, you don't need to know. Go and call your supervisor to see me!"

The thugs' faces immediately turned ugly.

Although they were instructed to embarrass Su Bai, they were ultimately just low-level lackeys with no leader. Facing this cold and stern-looking policeman alone, they couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"Who wants to see me? Don't they know this is the territory of the Fierce Tiger Gang? Just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can barge in?!"

Just then, a rough and fierce voice rang out from behind.

Su Bai turned his head at the sound.

The curtain leading from the gambling den to the backyard was violently lifted, and a large, fat man with a ruddy face and a swaggering gaiter walked out.

He was biting a thin bamboo skewer with his yellow teeth, his eyes were murky and fierce, like a beast whose peaceful dream had just been disturbed.

Five or six burly thugs followed behind him, each with a fierce glint in their eyes.

The newcomer was Chen Hu, one of the three Red Stick Protectors of the Fierce Tiger Gang, known as "Tiger Lord".

The main leaders of the Fierce Tiger Gang are the gang leader Luo Yongquan, his son Luo Haoxuan, Chen Hu, the strategist Zuo Shanhu, and two other high-ranking henchmen, Jin Ye and Lang Ye.

All three guardians were masters of the first level of martial arts.

The Fierce Tiger Gang is quite powerful.

When Chen Hu saw Su Bai, the fierce expression on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by a fake smile, but a malicious glint still flickered deep in his eyes.

"Oh, who do we have here? It's Constable Su! I'm so sorry, I raised my voice a bit too loudly just now, I hope I didn't scare you, Constable Su? Hahaha..." He chuckled dryly, cupped his hands in a slight bow,

"I am Chen Hu, a protector of the Fierce Tiger Gang. Officer Su, please do me the honor of calling me Little Tiger. It's too noisy outside to talk. Would you please come inside for a cup of tea and we can discuss this calmly?"

He spoke politely, but only slightly turned his body to the side, glancing sideways at Su Bai.

"Okay. Let's talk inside." Su Bai nodded crisply and decisively. Without waiting for Chen Hu to lead the way, he walked straight towards the back door of the gambling house, his steps relaxed, as if he were walking in his own backyard.

Chen Hu's face immediately darkened, and his thick nostrils twitched twice.

He gave a wink to his left and right, and with a wave of his hand, a group of thugs surrounded him and followed Su Bai toward the back door.

Lifting the greasy curtain, you'll find a rectangular room behind it, much dimmer than the outer room.

The air was filled with the smells of sweat, tobacco, and old wood.

Several square tables were casually placed, with dominoes and several overturned teacups scattered on them, clearly the place where the members of the Fierce Tiger Gang usually rested and discussed matters.

There were some odds and ends piled up in the corner, and the walls were covered with stains.

Su Bai didn't look to the side, walked straight to the nearest square table, lifted the hem of his constable's uniform, and sat down in the head seat with an air of authority.

Seeing that he was acting so arrogantly and ungrateful,

Chen Hu's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his cheeks puffed out, clearly trying to suppress his anger.

He let out a heavy sigh before sitting down heavily opposite Su Bai, causing the wooden stool to groan under its weight.

"I wonder what advice Officer Su has for our Fierce Tiger Gang today?" Chen Hu asked in a low voice, his hands pressed on the table, his knuckles turning slightly white.

Su Bai raised his head, looked calmly at Chen Hu, and said nothing.

Chen Hu squinted and stared back without flinching.

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, save for the faint sounds of the casino outside and the heavy breathing of a few thugs inside. A stifling silence permeated the dim light.

Su Bai suddenly smiled and said, "Little Tiger, you really don't know why I'm here?"