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

Upon hearing Su Bai actually call out "Little Tiger," Chen Hu's cheek muscles twitched violently, but he didn't react. Instead, he exaggeratedly widened his eyes, looking as if he had been utterly wronged.

"Officer Su, what makes you say that? How would I know your purpose? Has our Fierce Tiger Gang inadvertently offended you, Officer Su? You need to make this clear. We have always been law-abiding citizens..."

Bang!

A loud bang suddenly rang out, interrupting Chen Hu's pretentious act.

Su Bai slammed his hand heavily on the table, causing the dominoes scattered on the table to rattle and several teacups to clatter.

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze suddenly sharpening like a knife, piercing straight at Chen Hu:

"Chen Hu, stop with your nonsense! I don't have time for your chatter. I'm here today to collect your Tiger Gang's donation for this year!"

Standing behind Su Bai, Zheng Shijie's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and his palms instantly became sweaty.

Boss, this is... this is too intense!

Although the Fierce Tiger Gang wasn't a top-tier force in Fenjiang County, they were definitely a tough nut to crack for the two lowly constables.

Su's directness and relentless approach are like throwing sparks into a powder keg...

The leader is skilled in combat and a formal constable; perhaps he can protect himself.

But I, Xiao Zheng... with my skinny arms and legs, really don't want to get beaten up...

Zheng Shijie subconsciously swallowed, quietly took a half step back, and nervously scanned the menacing thugs around him.

"Oh dear, Constable Su, don't scare me," Chen Hu patted his chest, feigning surprise, then quickly put on a nonchalant expression. "I thought it was something serious, just collecting donations. Well... then, Constable Su, could you please show me the government's collection receipt?"

Su Bai didn't speak, but took out an official document with a red seal from his pocket and casually tossed it on the table.

Chen Hu slowly picked up the voucher, brought it close to his eyes, and pretended to look at it.

The room was dimly lit, and he squinted as he slowly moved his finger along the lines of text.

As he looked at it, Chen Hu's fat face gradually tightened, then he slammed the voucher on the table, his face instantly darkening with anger:

"Officer Su! This isn't right!!" He pointed at the receipt, his voice suddenly rising, "Why has the quota increased by one-fifth out of nowhere this time?!"

Upon hearing that the price had increased by one-fifth, the group of thugs behind him erupted in fury. They glared angrily, instinctively raising their sticks and daggers. The room was filled with the sounds of metal scraping and wooden sticks hitting the ground, and all their ill-intentioned gazes were fixed on Su Bai.

Su Bai's expression remained unchanged. He even leisurely picked up a fairly clean teacup from the table, took a slow sip, and said casually, "It's gone up, that's it. What? You're unhappy? You're disobedient?"

Chen Hu's anger intensified, and his fat jiggled.

"Officer Su, of course we have to pay the donation. But this increase is just unreasonable! It's a full fifth!"

Why haven't I heard of other docks or gambling dens raising this amount?

"Why is it only our Fierce Tiger Gang that's singled out? Constable Su, are you... targeting our Fierce Tiger Gang specifically?" He questioned, his eyes sharp.

"Others are others, and your Fierce Tiger Gang is the Fierce Tiger Gang." Su Bai put down his teacup, making a soft clinking sound.

"Why do you care whether others raise their prices or not? Does the rule set by my Zhenfu Division no longer hold any weight?" He leaned forward slightly, his gaze icy.

"Chen Hu, if you're really unwilling, that's fine too. This constable will take you back to the Zhenfu Division's yamen right now for a 'good talk.' I want to see just how tough you really are."

"Officer Su!" Chen Hu slammed his hand on the table, causing the teacup to jump and spill tea all over the table.

"That's not how it works! We, the Fierce Tiger Gang, certainly can't afford to offend the Garrison Commander, but we've been operating in Fenjiang County for so many years, and we're not pushovers! You... you've come to the wrong person today!"

Su Bai narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Chen Hu, who looked so confident and fearless.

When the constable Chen tried to lure him into taking on this hot potato with promises of benefits, he knew there was something fishy going on.

Sure enough, the Tiger Gang's reaction was strange.

Logically speaking, with the Zhenfu Division's name on them, even if the donation amount really increased, these local bullies would at most complain a few times and would never dare to openly resist.

But given Chen Hu's current attitude...

"Alright, Chen Hu, I don't have time to waste with your nonsense." Su Bai's voice turned cold and resolute. "You have to give me the donation today, whether you like it or not. I'll only give you three breaths to consider."

After saying that, he slowly stood up, placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist. Although he was not tall, he exuded a dignified aura.

"three……"

"The garrison commanders are oppressing innocent people! My family depends on this meager income to make a living. If you won't let me live, I'll make sure you don't have an easy time either!"

Before Su Bai could utter the word "two," a middle-aged rogue who had been silent all along, with bulging muscles, suddenly sprang up and attacked with a ferocious expression behind Chen Hu!

His roar was fierce, as if he were a victim who had been driven to the brink of despair. He charged at Su Bai like a bull and punched Su Bai straight in the face!

The fist whistled through the air, and there was a faint sound of it tearing through the air. It was clear that the person was a trained martial artist who had already entered the threshold of the first realm of martial arts!

A cold smile flashed in Su Bai's eyes.

Just as the middle-aged man's fist was about to hit Su Bai's nose, in a flash, Su Bai slightly turned his body and delivered a fierce whip kick that arrived first, striking the man's abdomen with even greater speed!

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the middle-aged man barely managed a half-scream before he was sent flying several meters away like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a group of hooligans behind him. They fell over, and cries of pain filled the air.

Su Bai deliberately controlled the force of his kick, revealing only his strength at around the first level of martial arts.

"Brothers! Those lackeys of the Garrison Command are going too far, they're not giving us a way out! If you want to live, follow me!"

The middle-aged man was surprisingly sturdy; clutching his stomach, he struggled to his feet, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes grew even more ferocious as he hissed and beckoned to the other thugs.

"Go!"

"Get him!"

Enraged, the remaining hooligans in the cramped room let out a shout, brandishing sticks, knives, and forks, and swarmed towards Su Bai in a chaotic frenzy!

"You scoundrels! How dare you gather a crowd to besiege the officers of the Garrison Command! This is tantamount to rebellion, and you deserve to be executed!"

Su Bai shouted sharply, his voice shaking the roof tiles, showing no fear.

With a clang, he drew his sword from his waist, the gleaming blade reflecting the dim light, and slashed at the middle-aged man who was leading the group!