From a tuberculosis patient to a martial arts master

"Just for that woman?"

Jiang Feng pressed his tongue against his teeth, and the image of the graceful, sorrowful courtesan on the pleasure boat floated before his eyes. A frivolous, cold smile slowly curled at the corners of his lips. "Sir, you are a man of high standing in the government, yet you neglect all matters of the city and come to question the Jiang family over a mere courtesan."

He chuckled:

"Isn't this a bit too frivolous?"

"And..." Jiang Feng glanced sideways at Zhu Hong, his tone tinged with a playful probing, "Sir, are you investigating this matter for public good or for personal reasons?"

Zhu Hong seemed not to hear his sarcastic remarks, and continued talking to himself:

"Bai Xiuying is the top courtesan on the pleasure boat, and the one Liu Wenyuan is infatuated with." He raised his eyes, his gaze like a knife, piercing Jiang Feng: "Jiang Feng, you colluded with Jiang Jingtang and Chi Shoutan to forcibly abduct her that day, humiliating her in every way, trying to force her to submit."

"Unable to bear such torment, she ultimately committed suicide in resentment."

Her beauty faded and she perished.

Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Hong shouted:

"You dare deny this!"

Before Jiang Feng could speak, his aura deepened, and a murderous intent surged in his eyes. He continued, "Later, Liu Wenyuan stumbled upon this matter, and the two argued in the street, becoming enemies. You then harbored resentment and suddenly decided to kill, ruthlessly slaughtering the entire Liu family to vent your personal anger."

"but."

"The bodies of Bai Xiuying and Liu Wenyuan were secretly intercepted by our constables and properly sealed as irrefutable evidence." He looked at Jiang Feng, his tone gradually turning cold:

"Young Master Jiang the Second".

You really think...

Can such heinous crimes be concealed from the eyes of the world?

The casual smile on Jiang Feng's face suddenly froze, stiffening on his face, no longer the same as before.

After the Liu family was massacred that day, he secretly dispatched his trusted men to thoroughly dispose of the bodies of Liu and Bai, but they were intercepted halfway by a mysterious expert. He mobilized all the resources of the Jiang family to search Jinyang City for many days, but he couldn't find even the slightest clue.

Who would have thought that it would fall into the hands of the government?

Yet, deep down, he felt something was amiss. After a moment's hesitation, Jiang Feng forced himself to remain calm, his face darkening as he sharply rebuked, "Bai Xiuying was just a lowly actress; her death is none of my business!"

"Zhu Hong, stop making baseless accusations!"

"Evidence." His eyes narrowed, and his aura suddenly intensified. "If you can produce evidence, fine. If not... everyone, it's time to leave the Jiang residence."

Even at this point, Jiang Feng remained fearless.

What good is it if the body is in the government office?

Unless someone witnessed him taking action, has his written order, or testifies against him, it cannot be considered irrefutable evidence. Even if it were irrefutable evidence, so what? If the Jiang family denies it, who in the entire Jinyang City would dare force the Jiang family to confess?

Unless the government really breaks ties completely over a few dead people.

"The evidence is naturally in the government office."

Zhu Hong, too lazy to argue with him any longer, said calmly but firmly, "Come with me to the yamen. You will see the evidence you need. Young Master Jiang prides himself on his innocence; surely he wouldn't be afraid to even go to the yamen for questioning?"

"Go to hell!"

Jiang Feng's impatience surged, and he sneered, his tone no longer concealing anything: "You think I'd obediently follow you just because you summon me? Where would that leave my reputation, the reputation of the Jiang family?" He stepped forward, looking down at Zhu Hong, his words cold and hard:

"You said you had evidence, so you produced it on the spot."

"Get out of the Jiang residence right now!"

Zhu Hong looked at him quietly.

A moment of silence.

A flash of cold killing intent disappeared in his eyes.

After a moment, he slowly spoke, his voice so calm it sent chills down one's spine:

"I say it exists, so it exists."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the Jiang family was stunned.

No one expected that Zhu Hong, a mere constable with no official rank or title, would be so arrogant. Despite having no physical evidence and the Jiang family being a powerful force in Jinyang, he showed no respect for the Jiang family and insisted on his claim.

Such a forceful and domineering approach is practically a public slap in the face to the Jiang family.

"This is absolutely outrageous!"

"Does this mean the government can act with such impunity?"

"Does the Jiang family really think they can't have anyone else?"

The Jiang clan elders and disciples inside the hall were instantly in an uproar. Their faces turned red, their eyes glared angrily, their auras surged, and their eyes were filled with a desperate ferocity. They had clearly been pushed to the limit and were ready to fight on the spot at the slightest provocation.

Jiang Cong's expression also darkened completely.

If it weren't for the head constable of the Sixth Squad presiding over the hall, he would have killed this arrogant young man on the spot, even in broad daylight, right there in the main hall of the Jiang residence. Just then, a clear, aloof voice rang out:

"Second Uncle, why get angry with such a person?"

A young figure slowly emerged from the shadows beside the hall. He was tall and slender in white silk, with an upright posture and an arrogance between his brows just like Jiang Feng's. However, his aura was condensed and heavy, indicating that he had already reached the Great Perfection of the Body Refinement Realm, just one step away from the Martial Apprentice Realm.

This person is Jiang Huan.

Jiang Yannian's eldest son, and also the most dazzling genius of the Jiang family's generation.

He has been practicing the Jiang clan's signature martial art, "Splitting Stele Palm," since childhood. His talent is outstanding, and he has made rapid progress. No one among the younger generation can compare with him. Even in the entire Jinyang City, he is firmly in the leading position and is highly valued and expected by the entire clan.

Jiang Huan then strode up to Zhu Hong.

He stood there like a javelin planted in the ground, his tone carrying an innate arrogance: "My lord, tell me, how could a mere new constable like you, who isn't even a junior officer, be personally granted a golden order by the clerk? It's truly intriguing."

"I suppose you must be a person of extraordinary talent."

Jiang Heng's gaze slowly swept from Zhu Hong's face to his feet, then slowly rose again, his disdain in his eyes almost undisguised. He scoffed, "Otherwise, why would the registrar value you so much and grant you such extraordinary power?"

As he spoke, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, and he changed the subject:

"How about we make a bet?"

"If you defeat me and take my younger brother Jiang Feng away, I, Jiang Huan, will not say a word and will submit to your will!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Jiang Huan has already made his move!

With a single stomp of his foot, he shot out like an arrow, his right palm flying down with the force of wind and thunder, aiming straight for Zhu Hong's vital chest.

The palm strike whistled through the air, like tearing silk and brocade.

The sheer force of the blow even slightly distorted the air itself. This strike embodied the full power of his perfected Body Refinement Realm cultivation, moving with ghostly speed and carrying the weight of a thousand pounds. Let alone ordinary martial artists, even a novice martial apprentice would find it difficult to withstand a direct confrontation.

"Young Master Hong!"

Lin Jizhi was still unaware of the extent of Zhu Hong's current cultivation.

Seeing this scene unfold in the blink of an eye, his heart tightened suddenly, and the veins on his forehead bulged. "Damn it! Jiang Huan actually dared to launch a sneak attack in public." He hurriedly glanced at Wang Zhenshan, repeatedly sending him signals, hoping that his superiors would intervene and stop him.

Wang Zhenshan and the constables remained seated, watching coldly, showing no intention of intervening.

"If the constables from the other classes don't stop it, then so be it."

Why isn't the boss moving?

Lin Jizhi's heart was in her throat, and she was filled with anxiety.