The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

"Where did you come from? You came to my Hanzhong Prefecture to dine and dash, and you even dared to beat people in the street."

"Oh."

A burly man laughed dismissively upon hearing this.

"I've traveled all over the country for so many years, and I've never paid for a meal. Eating their food is giving them face. How dare they ask me for money? I'm being lenient by beating them. If I had a temper, I would have killed them long ago."

Judging from their tone, you can tell they're from the martial arts world.

Seeing these people acting so arrogantly, the young constable became furious.

"How dare you disregard the law and show no respect for the imperial court?"

"The imperial court? I've never taken the imperial court seriously."

Another person chimed in.

"The imperial court is nothing but a fart."

After saying that, the group burst into laughter.

"you……"

The constable's blood boiled, and he was about to draw his sword when a middle-aged man rushed out of the inn, bowing and smiling obsequiously at the group.

"It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding."

The middle-aged man bowed repeatedly with an apologetic smile, saying, "Everyone, it's a misunderstanding, please don't let this hurt our relationship."

He then went to the constable and apologized repeatedly.

"Sir, this is all a misunderstanding. They didn't eat for free; it was I who treated them. I'm so sorry that you've misunderstood."

"you……"

Seeing his expression, the constable couldn't help but frown.

"Why are you so afraid of them? The government will stand up for you, so don't be afraid."

"Yes Yes."

The middle-aged man kept bowing and nodding, smiling apologetically, "You're right, sir, but this is indeed a misunderstanding."

The young constable's expression turned cold, and he pointed expressionlessly at the fellow lying on the ground groaning.

"They beat up your shop's employees like this, and it was all a misunderstanding?"

"I dare not deceive you, sir."

The middle-aged man continued to bow and nod, then looked at the worker on the ground.

"Xiao Yong, is there some misunderstanding?"

The shopkeeper was groaning in pain on the ground. He gritted his teeth after hearing the shopkeeper's words, but finally nodded.

"It's a misunderstanding."

The middle-aged man turned back to the constable and smiled apologetically: "Sir, you see, this is indeed a misunderstanding, so please don't pursue it further."

The constable's passionate heart had cooled down by now.

He stared coldly at the middle-aged man.

"Have you been kneeling for so long that you've gotten used to it and can't stand up anymore?"

The middle-aged man just smiled, not daring to argue, but his smile was somewhat bitter.

He couldn't afford to offend either the constable or those martial arts figures, so he could only try to avoid trouble.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Those men burst into laughter, their laughter grating on the ears.

Jiang Ning stood at the corner watching this scene, his expression turning cold.

The group laughed loudly, put their arms around each other's shoulders, and swaggered past the constable. As they passed, they glanced at him sideways with disdain in their eyes.

One of them even burped at the constable as he passed by, his eyes filled with provocation.

The young constable's face turned ashen.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man quickly pulled the employee off the ground and prepared to leave.

The young constable stood motionless, his chest heaving.

"stop!"

Just as the group was about to leave the alley, the constable suddenly shouted.

The group that had dined and dashed immediately stopped and turned to look at him. The middle-aged man and the waiter also turned around, their eyes filled with worry, fearing that the conflict would escalate.

"You are suspected of provoking trouble, assaulting others, and insulting government officials. This constable is now going to arrest you."

The young constable shouted loudly.

"Hey."

A burly man couldn't help but laugh, his smile sinister.

"You're throwing away your perfectly good life, are you deliberately courting death?"

"Arrest us? Try it."

The young constable drew his sword and charged at the group, engaging them in combat.

Jiang Ning watched the constable fight and realized that he had some basic skills and some martial arts ability. He was not at a disadvantage against the group of people, even though they were drunk.

"Ouch."

One of the men, who had been drinking, was caught off guard and was slashed in the arm by the constable, instantly drawing blood.

However, the constables chose to arrest them instead of using excessive force. Although the wounds look terrible, the injuries are actually not serious.

The excruciating pain in his hand brought the man back to his senses. Seeing the wound on his arm, he instantly flew into a rage and viciously attacked the constable.

Faced with the combined attack of several people, the constable was outnumbered and was about to be defeated.

Bang!

One of them kicked the young constable hard in the back, knocking him to the ground and dropping his knife. The others then punched and kicked the constable, each blow vicious.

A man not far away picked up a knife from the ground and angrily headed toward the constable. The next second, he raised the knife to strike, but found that he couldn't cut down no matter what he did. He looked down and found that his wrist had been grabbed.

"Who the hell are you? Let go of me right now!"

The man launched into a tirade of curses at Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning's expression was indifferent. He clenched his wrist, and a cracking sound immediately rang out in his palm.

"what!!!"

The man let out a piercing scream.

Jiang Ning kicked him in the knee again, and with another dull thud, the man's kneecap shattered.

Enraged by what they saw, the group that was beating up the young constable charged toward Jiang Ning.

One person threw a punch at Jiang Ning's face.

Jiang Ning reached out and clenched his fist, exerting force with his five fingers. A series of teeth-grinding, rapid cracking sounds followed, and then he released his grip, leaving the man's hand limp and hanging down.

Another person attacked from the side. Jiang Ning glanced at him, turned around and kicked him in the chin. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the man's chin was broken.

Seeing Jiang Ning eliminate three people in the blink of an eye, the remaining two widened their eyes, finally coming to their senses and turning to run away.

Seeing this, Jiang Ning rushed forward, leaped into the air and kicked the two men in the spine with both legs. Two cracking sounds rang out as their spines were broken, and they instantly fell to the ground screaming in agony.

These people were all nobody in the martial arts world, and Jiang Ning didn't need to put in any effort to deal with them.

Jiang Ning's attack was rather violent; although these people didn't die, they were basically crippled, and the scene was somewhat bloody.

However, there were hardly any people on the streets at this time, especially since the conflict had broken out here before. Pedestrians and nearby shopkeepers either left or closed their shops, so no one was frightened.

After dealing with the group, Jiang Ning looked at the fallen constable and walked towards him.

The constable had just gotten up and was still reeling from Jiang Ning's bloody actions when he saw Jiang Ning walking towards him. Thinking that Jiang Ning was going to attack him as well, he hurriedly retreated, his breathing becoming rapid.

Seeing this, Jiang Ning stopped and nodded his chin in the direction of those people.

"Didn't you want to arrest them?"

"what?"

The young constable hadn't reacted yet, and subconsciously exclaimed "Ah!" before realizing that Jiang Ning had come to help him. He breathed a sigh of relief and limped toward the group of people. He found them all groaning in pain, each one louder than the last. One was clutching his wrist and crying, another was clutching his knee and howling, and two others had their spines broken and were lying on the ground howling in agony.

Since none of them were dead, the young constable breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards Jiang Ning with a bruised and swollen face, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

"Thank you for your help."

Jiang Ning raised an eyebrow and a smile appeared on his face.

When he came to arrest Tian Boguang last time, he had met the officials from Hanzhong Prefecture. What those officials were like was hard to describe, but this young constable was somewhat different from them.

"With your exceptional skills and chivalrous spirit, you must be a renowned hero in the martial world, right?"

The young constable said to Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning laughed: "A great hero? Not quite, just striving to become one."

"hehe."

He's quite humble.

The young constable chuckled, cupped his hands, and said, "May I ask your honorable name? My surname is Tan, and my given name is..."

Just then, a commotion came from the end of the street, and a dozen or so constables were hurrying towards them, followed by the middle-aged man from before.

"Sir, sir, it's right there!"

The middle-aged man pointed in the direction of Jiang Ning and the constables.

"Xiao Tan, are you alright?"

A middle-aged constable ran over looking somewhat anxious.

"Master, I'm fine."

Officer Tan shook his head.