Chapter 16 Incense Gang
"You're looking for death!" The rough man didn't see the person coming clearly, but he became even more angry after being blocked. He turned his hands into fists and didn't care about anything else, wanting to compete with the intruder again.
Song Changming frowned and stared at the person in front of him.
Looking at the stubble on his face, this person must be quite young, why is he still so reckless?
The opponent used punches, but he was not interested in fighting with the opponent to the end and directly drew his sword.
The long sword at the waist was unsheathed, and the blade drew a slightly strange arc in the air, making a soft sound.
The next moment, there was a flash of cold light, and his knife was already attached to the opponent's neck.
A cold tingling sensation was felt on his neck, and blood was flowing out from a cut.
At this time, the rough man finally regained some sense from his anger. He knew that if he wanted to go to bed again, his head would be dismembered.
While sweat was pouring from his forehead, he also saw the official uniform on Song Changming's body.
Undoubtedly, the person fighting him was someone from the government!
This time, his heart became even colder.
"Disturbing the public order, committing a crime in the street, and attacking a patrolman will be punished by one additional level. Cuff them yourself before I do anything." Song Changming took out the shackles, looked at the martial artist, and said calmly.
The rough man glanced sideways at the 'chivalrous men' who were drinking with him.
They were chatting together just now, but now everyone has disappeared.
Obviously, the others were smarter than him and had no plans to rescue him.
In fact, several other people who were traveling with him were also speechless. They said that the government's inaction was extremely useless, and they wished they could go to the Patrol Division alone tonight and rob the prison to save those loyal people.
But this was just talk. Who would have thought that this rough guy would take it seriously and dare to actually attack the patrol? The rough guy gritted his teeth and shouted: "Go to hell, thief!"
As he spoke, he was about to take out something from his body.
Song Changming's eyes flashed, and he spun the long knife in his hand, speeding up in vain, slitting the opponent's wrist, and accurately removing the tendon, without giving the opponent a chance to throw a hidden weapon.
Then he hit the rough man on the back of the head with the back of the knife.
A set of silky-smooth combos, the opponent couldn't even hum and fainted on the spot.
"It's okay." Song Changming said to the shopkeeper, casually lifting the two-hundred-pound rough man as easily as lifting a rag bag, without any weight.
"Thank you, Mr. Cha. If it hadn't been for you today, I'm afraid this beating would have been inevitable." The shopkeeper said to Song Changming repeatedly.
As Song Changming began to take charge of this area, many stores now recognized him as the newly appointed young patrolman.
On weekdays, when I meet Song Changming, I am always polite and call him one by one.
"What happened to him?" Song Changming looked at the old man lying on the ground and asked.
"This old guy is the one who caused the problem today. I thought he was pitiful and rewarded him with a few bites of food. I originally planned to let him help in the kitchen as a waiter.
Unexpectedly, this old man is ignorant and steals wine from the store every now and then. Today, he was even caught stealing money. How could I keep him? I was just about to get rid of him when I met this evil star. He didn't know right from wrong. Take action"
The shopkeeper explained the cause and effect, and Song Changming glanced at the old man. Since the shopkeeper had no intention of sending the old man to report to the official, he didn't bother to meddle in his own business and left directly with the Jianghu guest in his hand.
There were three people sitting in a corner of the restaurant by the window.
Two maids with swords hanging on their waists and dressed in white brocade robes, and a young man wearing a long robe and a black hat.
One of the waitresses is nimble and the other is stern, both of them look heroic. Even when they are sitting on the bench, they straighten their backs, their feet are ready to exert force at any time, consciously or unconsciously guarding the surroundings.
The waitress who looked smarter looked at Song Changming leaving and suddenly pursed her lips and smiled.
"Young Master, did you enjoy what you saw today?" Young Master, who looked fair and handsome, looked away and said, "I didn't expect that this little city patrolman could have such sword skills. With this skill, I can be a patrol chief, right?" ”
The stern-faced waitress shook her head and explained: "The sword skill is indeed enough, but the level of physical training is a bit low. It seems that I just started physical training not long ago, but my strength is not low. I should have mastered the bone forging skill.
Considering that the patrolman looks so young, it is not a big problem to become the patrol chief in the future. "
Another female waiter immediately said: "If the young master is interested in that little patrolman, it would be better to recruit him to work under his command."
The young master shook his head and said nothing, stirring the wine in the glass with a chopstick, as if he had something else on his mind.
To him, a small city patrolman, even if his potential was pretty good among all the patrollers, was still out of his sight.
"Let's go, take some time to relax, it's time to go back."
In the evening, Song Changming returned home carrying several kilograms of beef and mutton and a jar of fine wine.
These meat and wine were specially given to Song Changming by the restaurant owner during the day.
After Song Changming simply couldn't shirk it, he accepted it unceremoniously.
This in itself is also one of the benefits of being a patrolman. He only needs to establish good relations with those merchants while patrolling the streets, give some small favors, and not make things difficult for them.
After getting acquainted with each other, they would naturally give Song Changming some benefits and take care of each other.
Unlike night watchmen who can only touch second-hand corpses, there are many ways for patrolmen to get money.
Song Changming would not pretend to be honest, and he would not want the benefits he could get. He only had to stick to the bottom line in his heart and not do many evil things and be greedy.
"I'm afraid my father will get greedy for this wine if he sees it." Song Changming muttered to himself as he walked on the road.
He was not good at wine himself, so the reason why he asked for this jar of wine was to prepare it for his old father at home.
In the streets and alleys dressed in white, it was not raining at night, and a few weirdos in raincoats and bamboo hats walked past an old tree with a crooked neck.
"Who is it?" Mother Song heard the noise outside the courtyard and walked out of the kitchen. When she saw these people wearing raincoats, her expression suddenly changed.
"You, what are you going to do?!"
"Auntie, don't panic. I just heard that your husband has a serious illness. I specially sent you some life-saving incense. Just burn it and the disease will be cured in three days." One of the people wearing a raincoat said.
Her voice was that of an elderly woman, with a bit of hoarseness in her throat. As she spoke, she took out three sticks of red incense from her wide sleeves and gave them to Mrs. Song.
When Song's mother saw her, she immediately waved her hands and said in a panic: "No, no need, my husband's illness has been cured."
"Is the disease cured?" The old woman was stunned, looked at several other people in raincoat clothes, and then suddenly continued.
"It doesn't matter. Even if it doesn't cure illnesses, this incense can be used to invite gods, including the God of Wealth and Fortune. It's very useful."
With that said, the old woman handed the three sticks of incense in her hand to Mother Song inside the fence.
"No, our family doesn't want it." Mother Song shook her head repeatedly, as if she didn't want to have anything to do with these people at all.
"We're here to send you incense out of kindness, why not!" One of the taller men in coir raincoats couldn't hold it in anymore and snorted coldly.
As he said this, several men in raincoats made a gesture to cross the fence and enter the yard.
"What are you doing!" Song's father heard the noise at this time, walked out of the room with a pole in both hands, and yelled.
"If you dare to break in, I will report it to the police. I am not afraid to tell you that my son is working as a patrolman in the Patrol Division!"
As soon as these words came out, the men in coir raincoats restrained themselves a little, but they remained unyielding, as if they would not leave until Father Song and Mother Song accepted these three sticks of incense.
(End of chapter)